Tell me what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

 Mary Oliver

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Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, 

wake in the morning to find that it was vanity. 

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,

 For they dream their dreams with open eyes, 

And make them come true.

D.H. Lawrence

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Ordinary people waited till life disclosed to them its secrets, but to the few, to the elect, 

the mysteries of life were revealed before the veil was drawn away. 

Sometimes this was the effect of art, and chiefly of the art of literature, 

which dealt immediately with the passions and the intellect.

                                 Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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colors of paradise

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People will stare. Make it worth their while.

Harry Winston

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One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

Friedrich Nietzsche

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Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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Art offers the possibility of love with strangers.

Walter Hopps

Artists are magical helpers. 

Evoking symbols and motifs that connect us to our deeper selves, 

they can help us along the heroic journey of our own lives.

Joseph Campbell

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i love to smell flowers in the dark, she said. 

you get hold of their soul then.

L. Montogmery

Good night Saturday...

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this would be my kind of Saturday brunch

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All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

Andre Breton

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"Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?"

Sigmund Freud

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    I'll take you in my thoughts

                                                            I'll take your shadow too,

Wherever I may go, 
you'll smell the flowers too..

I'll wear you like a crown

Over my strained heart

And keep you safe with me, into the light.
                     (author- myself)

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"A great fire burns within me, 

but no one stops to warm themselves at it, 

and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke."

Vincent van Gogh

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enjoying a morning coffee, somewhere distant where only thoughts could keep me company

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for all the children that are raised in wonder

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If I hold you with my emotions, you will become a wished for companion. 

If I hold you with my eyes, you will grow old and die. 

So I hold you here, where we both mix with the infinite.

Rumi 

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when the moon comes up, the sea blankets the earth,

and the heart feels like an island in infinity.

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will you remember my name...?

Pasiunea pentru o idee, un lucru sau o persoana, oricat ar fi de puternica,

daca nu are acel fior ascuns, ingemanare de puritate si indemn la frumusete

 prin care fapta noastra cea de toate zilele devine creatie, 

duce numai la consumuri zadarnice si la tradarea destinului nostru insusi.

Ernest Bernea

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"Clouds … I exist unconsciously and I’ll die unwillingly. 

I am the interval between what I am and what I am not, 

between what I dream and what life has made for me, 

the abstract, carnal halfway-house between things, 

like myself, that are nothing. 

Clouds …"

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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He…started walking through the streets, 

his melancholy growing more and more beautiful.

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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I'm so inspired to work while listening to Korzeniowski....

I won’t paint a canvas unless it serves me in some way, 

unless I feel I have to paint to make my world come alive. 

If you’re not overflowing with something, there’s nothing to give...

"To be an artist you have to give up everything, including the desire to be a good artist."

Jasper Johns

"One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything

 you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. 

They see endless possibilities. 

And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way. 

As someone who matters. 

As someone who can make a difference in this world."

                                       Susane Colasanti, So Much Closer

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sometimes it's just like this with love....

As you grow up, always tell the truth, do no harm to others, 

and don’t think you are the most important being on earth. 

Rich or poor, you then can look anyone in the eye and say, 

‘I’m probably no better than you, but I’m certainly your equal.’

(In 2006, a young boy named Jeremy wrote To Kill a Mockingbird author Harper Lee an endearing fan letter, asking for a signed photo. She didn’t send one, but offered this gem of advice...)

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yes!

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. 

You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. 

You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. 

There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, 

on an individual level. 

It’s got to happen inside first.

Jim Morisson

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It is a risk to love. What if it doesn’t work out?

- Ah, but what if it does?

Peter McWilliams 

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Such a happy morning!

thank you all from my heart

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She always had that about her, that look of otherness,

 of eyes that see things much too far, 

and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

Joanne Harris

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multumesc mama ca m-ai nascut

Astazi ,dau navala peste mine cei 30 de ani pe care-i port in gand si in simtiri.

Si ma minunez singura de aceasta viata ce mi s-a daruit, atat de frumoasa in lectiile ce mi 

le-a asternut de-a lungul acestor ani , atat de plina de lumina si culoare ce-mi sunt oferite moment de moment de copiii mei.

Cum spunea Cioran, 'coplesita de bunuri, rasfatata dupa cantarul lumii acesteia' , 

insa umila si mereu cu gratitudine in fata firescului de zi cu zi care mi se reveleaza 

fara a ma intreba de unde si incotro ma indrept. 

Si in aceste clipe ale trecatoarei mele vieti pe acest Pamant, 

stiu ca fruntea mea nu a purtat ades 'laurii gloriei', 

ca lumina nu a fost cu mine tot timpul, ca cerul s-a mai si innorat.

Sunt intrebata ce-mi doresc, acum, la rascrucea celor treizeci de ani.

Imi doresc poate sa nu fi stiut ce inseamna sa pierzi cu adevarat, insa revolta ce s-a nascut in mine mi-a ridicat privirea catre stele, catre inaltul cerului de unde nu indraznesc 

sa o mai cobor de teama de a nu pierde reveria culorilor.

Imi doream ,poate, ca drumul meu pana acum sa fie lin si lipsit de asperitati astfel incat ochii mei sa nu se incrunte la nedreptatea asternuta in plina zi, insa cutele acestora mi-au revelat insemnatatea clipei si trairea frumoasa a momentului 

ce trebuie furata atunci cand se iveste si pretuita in efemeritatea ei.

Mi-as fi dorit poate sa nu fiu impinsa pe drumul altora insa nu as fi invatat vointa de a pune hotar gandirii mele si de a striga tare si raspicat Aceasta sunt Eu.

Multumesc vremelnicei intelegeri ca unele lucruri trebuie nascute din autonomia proprie, ca cel mai imoprtant este Caracterul ce nu se poate naste dintr-un rol social ci se slefuieste in focul propriu.

Coplesita de trairi si ganduri ale unui univers mult prea tacut pentru lumea aceasta, 

ma plec in fata tuturor care au avut iubirea si deschiderea de a ma primi in sufletele lor, 

de a-mi oferi zambetul lor sincer si o imbratisare adevarata.

Maria 

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