Give to them according to their work and according to the evil of their deeds; give to them according to the work of their hands; render them their due reward.
Psalm 28:4
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Give to them according to their work and according to the evil of their deeds; give to them according to the work of their hands; render them their due reward.
Psalm 28:4
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They both wanted to exchange bodies, exchange faces.
There was in both of them the dark strain of wanting to become the other, to
deny what they were, to transcend their actual selves.
— Anaïs Nin, Ladders to Fire
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If I obstinately refuse all the ‘later on’s’ of this
world, it is because I have no desire to give up my present wealth. I do not
want to believe that death is a gateway to another life. For me, it is a closed
door…Everything people suggest seeks to deliver man from the weight of his own
life. But as I watch the great birds flying heavily through the sky of Djemila,
it is precisely a certain weight of life that I ask for and obtain.
— Albert Camus - “The Wind at Djemila,” Lyrical and Critical
Essays
quoth the madman
Every life is a piece of music. Like music, we are finite events, unique
arrangements, sometimes harmonious, sometimes dissonant. —
Sometimes not worth hearing again.
quoth the madman
— ابو عبدالله محمد بن إدريس
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~Simon Van Booy, “Everything Beautiful Began After”
ars poetica
Yesterday, I ate a pomegranate
with my bare hands.
One of the seeds
had a perfect
puncture
wound, spitting red juice
up my arm.
For a moment,
I could understand
the grace in monsters.
with my bare hands.
One of the seeds
had a perfect
puncture
wound, spitting red juice
up my arm.
For a moment,
I could understand
the grace in monsters.
—Benjamin Clime, ”Pomegranate I.”
quoth the madman
"When one realises one is asleep, at that moment one is already
half-awake."
~P.D. Ouspensky
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"One day, perhaps, he will see it all for what it is … a circle,
a wheel, something with neither beginning nor end … like the snake that devoured
its own tail, and finally, irrevocably disappeared."
~R. J. Ellory, from The Devil and the River
quoth the madman
"No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike.
Times change, and people change; and if our hearts do not change as readily, so
much the worse for us."
—Nathaniel Hawthorne
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We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be. That’s why
habits are so hard to break. If we know ourselves to be liars, we expect not to
tell the truth. If we think of ourselves as honest, we try harder.
~White Cat by Holly Black
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“Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
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“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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“I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,
is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romantic
person has a desperate confidence that they won't.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
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― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers
quoth the madman
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there
is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the
world is too full to talk about."
— Rumi
quoth the madman
We start off with high hopes, then we bottle it. We realize that we’re all going to die, without really finding out the big answers. We develop all those long-winded ideas which just interpret the reality of our lives in different ways, without really extending our body of worthwhile knowledge, about the big things, the real things. Basically, we live a short disappointing life; and then we die. We fill up our lives with shite, things like careers and relationships to delude ourselves that it isn’t all totally pointless.
— Irvine Welsh
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It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.
— Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.
quoth the madman
Too much consistency is as bad for the mind as it is for the body. Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are the dead.
— Aldous Huxley
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You have my permission not to love me;
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I’d rather burn myself down
than change the locks.
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I’d rather burn myself down
than change the locks.
— Rachel McKibbens, “Letter From My Brain To My Heart”
quoth the madman
The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
— Achilles (Troy)
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A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that’s just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it’s a joke.
— Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or, Part I
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Knowing can be a curse on a person’s life. I’d traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn’t know which one was heavier. Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can’t ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.
ars poetica
"You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me."— Emily Dickinson
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me."— Emily Dickinson
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The most extreme form of nihilism would be the view that every belief, every considering-something-true, is necessarily false cause there simply is no true world. Thus, a perspectival appearance whose origin lies in us (in so far as we continually need a narrower, abbreviated, simplified world).
That it is the measure of strength to what extent we can admit to ourselves, without perishing, the merely apparent character, the necessity of lies.To this extent, nihilism, as the denial of a truthful world, of being, might be a divine way of thinking.
— Friedrich Nietzsche, The Will to Power
quoth the madman
She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.
Zelda Fitzgerald
quoth the madman
"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
T.S. Eliot
quoth the madman
"For each thing we do to change, we do a million to stay the same."
James Richardson
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Boys come and boys go while my imagination has great freedom with it all and my soul stays chained to this damn inactive body.
Arielle King, My Fear is The Devil
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"You want everything so much and when you get it it’s over and you don’t give a damn."
Ernest Hemingway, The Garden Of Eden
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Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights
here is truth
"We count our miseries carefully, and accept our blessings without much thought."
Chinese Proverb
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"If I’m sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?"
José Saramago, Blindness
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