"I have so much of you in my heart."

— John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne (via adderalldust)

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"

Understand, I’ll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:

You come too.

"

— Rainer Marie Rilke, “Pathways” (via dieworten)

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"My sweet girl,

Your Letter gave me more delight, than any thing in the world but yourself could do; indeed I am almost astonished that any absent one should have that luxurious power over my senses which I feel. Even when I am not thinking of you I receive your influence and a tenderer nature steeling upon me. All my thoughts, my unhappiest days and nights have I find not at all cured me of my love of Beauty, but made it so intense that I am miserable that you are not with me: or rather breathe in that dull sort of patience that cannot be called Life. I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it…

Ever yours, my love!
John Keats.
"

— Keats, John. To Fanny Brawne, dated July 8th, 1819.  (via wordsnquotes)

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"You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that."

— Samuel Beckett, from Endgame (via violentwavesofemotion)

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"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe."

Albert Einstein (via feellng)

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humansofnewyork:

"I dealt with people all my life, and now I’m burnt out. I just like to be alone. It’s more comfortable."

humansofnewyork:

"I dealt with people all my life, and now I’m burnt out. I just like to be alone. It’s more comfortable."

"In a way, you are poetry material. You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out."

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via kafkaesque-world)

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northclackitback:

How did this not win a fucking Oscar

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"I usually solve problems by letting them devour me."

— Franz Kafka (via paintdeath)

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"she is rotting quietly under her skirts with a melancholy smile, like the odour of violets given off by a decomposing body."

— La Nausée, Jean-Paul Sartre (via deather-child)

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gettin real tired of my own bullshit

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"Our eyes are full of terrible confessions."

— Anne Sexton, from The Black Art (via violentwavesofemotion)

rembrandt-art:

Philosopher in Meditation, 1632
Rembrandt

rembrandt-art:

Philosopher in Meditation, 1632

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