décembre 2011
414 billets
“as i stare into the river like beauty of my veins, i get lost in what i am: an arrangement of atoms like the world has never seen, an arrangement created to fall apart. i slowly renew myself but each new me is different; i am a copy but slightly degraded. and in months to follow there will be a copy of that. but all this doesn’t change that i think, and can imagine the blood flowing through me, with each cell living no more than half a year and with one sole purpose the whole time - to make me live, and make me work without care or like. how lucky are we to think, to be arranged the way we are, but then it’s the reason we know our destiny; to die, no matter what. all this goes away when i stare and imagine what goes on inside of us. but nothing compares to the desire i have to understand minds of others. because bodies are similar but minds are never truly alike.”
—peter emerson
novembre 2011
298 billets
“i was out to dinner with three strong, capable, intelligent, young women the other night, and all they could talk about was men. i was like, ‘if you don’t change the topic in the next five minutes, i’m leaving.’ my life is not going to revolve around any guy.”
—chloe sevigny
“sensitivity in its highest form is intelligence. without sensitivity to everything - to one’s own sorrows; to the sorrow of a group of people, of a race; to the sorrow of everything that is - unless one feels and has the feeling highly sensitized, one cannot possibly solve any problem. and we have many problems, not only at the physical level, the economic level, the social level, but also at the deeper levels of one’s own being - problems that apparently we are not capable of solving. I am not talking of the mathematical problems, or the problems of mechanical inventions, but of human problems: of our sorrows, of despair, of the narrow spirit of the mind, of the shallowness of one’s thinking, of the constant repetitive boredom of life, the routine of going to office every day for forty or thirty years. and the many problems that exist, both consciously and unconsciously, make the mind dull, and therefore the mind loses this extraordinary sensitivity. and when we lose sensitivity, we lose intelligence.”
—jiddu krishnamurti
“where books are burned,
people are burned.” —heinrich heine
people are burned.” —heinrich heine
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