Monday, February 27, 2012

Saturday, February 25, 2012

"It surprises me how disinterested we are today about things like physics, space, the universe, and philosophy of our existence, our purpose, our final destination. It’s a crazy world out there. 

Be curious."



What do you think an artist is? …
he is a political being, constantly aware of the heart breaking, passionate, or delightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. 
 Pablo Picasso

lydia roberts

Friday, February 24, 2012

to love

To love. To be loved. 
To never forget your own insignificance. 
To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you.
 To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. 
To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. 
To respect strength, never power. 
Above all, to watch. 
To try and understand. 
To never look away. And never, never, to forget.
 Arundhati Roy 

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"You know that place between sleeping and awake, 

that place where you can still remember dreaming? 

That’s where I’ll always think of you." 

 J.M. Barrie

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Thursday, February 23, 2012

Successive close-ups of the scales of a Peacock butterfly wing.

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An entire life spent reading would have fulfilled my every desire; I already knew that at the age of seven. The texture of the world is painful, inadequate; unalterable, or so it seems to me. Really, I believe that an entire life spent reading would have suited me best.

Such a life has not been granted me.
(Michel Houellebecq, ‘Whatever’, 1994.)


Wednesday, February 22, 2012

To laugh often and much; 
to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
 to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. 
To appreciate beauty;
 to find the best in others;
 to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, 
 to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. 
This is to have succeeded.

Ralph Emerson

"Because to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul. 

He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. 

His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. 

He becomes an echo of some one else’s music, 

an actor of a part that has not been written for him. 

The aim of life is self-development. 

To realize one’s nature perfectly — that is what each of us is here for. 

People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. 

They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself. 

Of course they are charitable. They feed the hungry, and clothe the beggar. 

But their own souls starve, and are naked. 

Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it." 

 Oscar Wilde

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Monday, February 20, 2012

To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.

The dream was always running ahead of me. 
To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.


"You need to stop being so concerned with collecting beautiful things and start being more concerned with making things beautiful."
(I wrote this for you blog)

dice sculpture by Tony Cragg

"But, like ivy, we grow where there is room for us... 
Some people need a red carpet rolled out in front of them in order to walk forward into friendship. They can’t see the tiny outstretched hands all around them, everywhere, like leaves on tree."


Sunday, February 19, 2012

Paroles, paroles

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Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, 
into more pieces than my heart was made of,
 I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, 
the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness 
wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings,
 it was me, my thinking
the cancer of never letting go,
and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me,
 to what great place did thinking ever bring me? 
I think and think and think,
 I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, 
but never once into it.
Jonathan Safran Foer 

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Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
 Zelda Fitzgerald

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Everything that is graceful, gentle, decent and kind comes from asymmetry.

If you are a human being you cannot make perfection


images from the beautiful Photographic Escapism

The real things haven’t changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful.
 to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures; and have courage when things go wrong.
 Laura Ingalls Wilder

bianca brunner- chalk

Saturday, February 18, 2012

My Immortal

people should fall in love with their eyes closed
A. Warhol 

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        As I move through time, things change. 
I change, the world changes, the way the world sees me changes. 
    I age, I fail, I succeed, I am lost. I have a moment of calm. The inkling of who I will be depresses me, makes me hopeful, scares me, and embarrasses me.
 And here I stand at this crossroads, always embarrassed, wistful,  longing, looking back, looking forward.
charlie kaufman

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Friday, February 17, 2012

photographic escapism tumblr


None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.

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               There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. 
And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. 
               One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, 
they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. 
               On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. 
               Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. 
               They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. 
              The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland, never.

L.M. Montgomery 

yayoi kusama installation

Fairytales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairytales tell children the dragons can be killed.

G. K. Chesterton

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Thursday, February 16, 2012

lost and found

I found myself
the moment I found you
and I am petrified
that if you stop
seeing something
beautiful in me
then I’ll stop
seeing it

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

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biomimicry by Stephanie Nieuwenhuyse

canopy design- Digital architectural Lab

by qi wei
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.

tadasuke kuwayama

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

I can’t breathe with these words in my mouth. But I’m not going to say them. 

Yeah, I’ve made that mistake before.

Bright Eyes 

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Phenomenon by Tokujin Yoshioka
"Above all, don’t lie to yourself. 
The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish
 the truth within him, 
or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. 
And having no respect he ceases to love."
            Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.
 Anne Frank

And I learned what is obvious to a child. 
That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. 
That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. 
That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. 
But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.

Nicholas Sparks 

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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

loving haiku

I stare at your lips

and fall in love with the way
they form what you say.

Tyler Knott

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inspired by

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I know that there is a lion and a wild love so true, so savage that you cannot help but have it in your life. 

I know that you can find this person and still be lonely sometimes. I know that you can be understood and you can be loved if you let it happen. 

I know that you can be brave and you can be happy because I am, or at least, I’m beginning to be.

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