Friday, August 31, 2012
What should I do about the wild and the tame?
The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home.
I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close.
I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights.
I don’t want to tell you where I am.
I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me.
I want to be with you.
Jeanette Winterson
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
This is for all the people I’ll never meet.
This is for the person I might have kissed had I taken a different subway line
on Saturday and the person I might have been
if that boy hadn’t broken my mother’s teenage heart.
This is for the people I would have loved if last winter hasn’t been so cold and for the city
I would have called home if I had written haikus on napkins
and carried pens in dress pockets and in the knots of my hair.
This is for who I was, who I am, who I might be.
This is for you.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
When I look at my life and it’s secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears.
Like that sky. It’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight.
You know, Zagreus, I think of the lips I’ve kissed, and of the wretched child I was,
and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away.
I’m all those things at once.
I’m sure there are times when you wouldn’t even recognize me.
Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness—I can’t say it.
Tradition is alive, just like Art comes from the soul.
an artistic approach to viewing tradition as Art.
an artistic approach to viewing tradition as Art.
Te caut printre Umbre si Culori |
Noi, oamenii,nu apartinem unui singur mod de manifestare, nu suntem doar credinciosi, doar revolutionari, doar familisti, doar carieristi, doar artisti. suntem o lume de posibilitati si emotii, si daca nu vom invata sa ne acceptam toate fatetele noastre,
nu ne vom putea trai cu adevarat realitatea personala, autenticitatea.
Maria Dermengiu
Creez deci traiesc, arta mea este expresia realitatii mele, felul in care inima imi picteaza viata pe pamant, si in memoria vie a lumii.
Cristina Lazar
Creez deci traiesc, arta mea este expresia realitatii mele, felul in care inima imi picteaza viata pe pamant, si in memoria vie a lumii.
Cristina Lazar
'o simbioza artistica intre doua femei ... undeva, mai profund, sinteti de fapt una singura, un singur suflet luand diverse forme ...' Imi aminteste de : Ode to Innocence |
Monday, August 27, 2012
Un sfert de viaţă îl pierdem făcând legături.
Tot felul de legături între idei, între fluturi, între lucruri şi praf.
Totul curge aşa de repede, şi noi tot mai facem legături între subiect şi predicat.
Trebuie să-i dăm drum vieţii, aşa cum ne vine exact,
să nu mai încercăm să facem legături care nu ţin.
De când spun cuvinte fără şir, simt că-mi recuperez ani frumoşi din viaţă.
- Recitiri. Iona, de Marin Sorescu.
james green- genesis |
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Our lives are not as limited as we think they are;
the world is a wonderfully weird place; consensual reality is significantly flawed;
no institution can be trusted, but love does work;
all things are possible; and we all could be happy and fulfilled if we only had the guts
to be truly free and the wisdom to shrink our egos and quit taking ourselves
so damn seriously.
Tom Robbins
source whyred |
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Love is not something to be obtained from the outside.
Love is the music of your inner being.
Love can arise within you, but it cannot be obtained from the outside.
There is no shop, no market, no salesman from whom you can purchase love.
Love cannot be purchased, at any price.
Love is an inner flowering.
It arises from some dormant energy within, yet all of us search for love on the outside.
Friday, August 24, 2012
if there is a room inside of me
with your name written in it
the language it is written in is a lovely one.
one of figs and birds
and beaches the color of butter.
the walls blue, and at least one of them
made from nothing but windows.
another has shelves of speckled stones
the light pours across the floors
and the trees outside
burn with song.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
'There is never a wrong path for you. The path you are on is the path you are on.
There is no right path nor wrong path. If you should have been somewhere else right now,
that is where you would be.
Things like regret, worry, and imagination about what might have been
are not only worthless activities but also completely delusional.
You have no idea what might have been in store for you. None.
Anything could have happened, from you contracting meningitis and dying at a young age to being the youngest person ever to win the Nobel Peace Prize.
But all that matters in life is your own awareness.
And that is always here and always now.
The only thing you can miss out on is being in the present moment.
Nothing else matters.
How to come to terms with your decision and focus on the future instead?
Come to terms with the Now, with life as it is today.
Tomorrow grows out of today, the future grows out of the present.
Know how to plant solid seeds and oversee their growth
and you will know how to grow an empire.'
via eclektic tumblr |
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
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