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  • #1
    C.S. Lewis
    “Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”
    C.S. Lewis

  • #2
    Albert Einstein
    “The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day.

    —"Old Man's Advice to Youth: 'Never Lose a Holy Curiosity.'" LIFE Magazine (2 May 1955) p. 64”
    Albert Einstein

  • #3
    Walt Whitman
    “Resist much, obey little.”
    Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

  • #4
    Walt Whitman
    “What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.”
    Walt Whitman

  • #5
    Neil Gaiman
    “She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

    She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.”
    Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

  • #6
    Ian Fleming
    “You only live twice:
    Once when you are born
    And once when you look death in the face”
    Ian Fleming, You Only Live Twice

  • #7
    Anne Sexton
    “Watch out for intellect,
    because it knows so much it knows nothing
    and leaves you hanging upside down,
    mouthing knowledge as your heart
    falls out of your mouth.”
    Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

  • #8
    Gustave Flaubert
    “There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it”
    Gustave Flaubert

  • #9
    W.H. Auden
    “Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.”
    W.H. Auden, New Year Letter

  • #10
    Pablo Neruda
    “You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #11
    Pablo Neruda
    “Sonnet XVII

    I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
    or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
    I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

    I love you as the plant that never blooms
    but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
    thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
    risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
    I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
    so I love you because I know no other way than this:

    where I does not exist, nor you,
    so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
    so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #12
    Pablo Neruda
    “so I wait for you like a lonely house
    till you will see me again and live in me.
    Till then my windows ache.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #13
    Pablo Neruda
    “But I love your feet
    only because they walked
    upon the earth and upon
    the wind and upon the waters,
    until they found me.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #14
    Pablo Neruda
    “Laughter is the language of the soul.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #15
    Pablo Neruda
    “To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #16
    Pablo Neruda
    “I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

    Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
    and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

    The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

    I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
    I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

    On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
    I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

    She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
    How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

    I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
    To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

    To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
    And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

    What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
    The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

    That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
    My soul is lost without her.

    As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
    My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

    The same night that whitens the same trees.
    We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

    I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
    My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

    Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
    belonged to my kisses.
    Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

    I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
    Love is so short and oblivion so long.

    Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
    my soul is lost without her.

    Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
    and this may be the last poem I write for her.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #17
    Pablo Neruda
    “In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #18
    Martha Graham
    “The unique must be fulfilled.”
    Martha Graham

  • #19
    Martha Graham
    “No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissastifaction; a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.”
    Martha Graham

  • #20
    Rick Riordan
    “Love conquers all," Aphrodite promised. "Look at Helen and Paris. Did they let anything come between them?"
    "Didn't they start the Trojan War and get thousands of people killed?"
    "Pfft. That's not the point. Follow your heart.”
    Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

  • #21
    Kiera Cass
    “True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.”
    Kiera Cass, The Selection

  • #22
    Alain de Botton
    “To be loved by someone is to realize how much they share the same needs that lie at the heart of our own attraction to them. Albert Camus suggested that we fall in love with people because, from the outside, they look so whole, physically whole and emotionally 'together' - when subjectively we feel dispersed and confused. We would not love if there were no lack within us, but we are offended by the discovery of a similar lack in the other. Expecting to find the answer, we find only the duplicate of our own problem.”
    Alain de Botton, On Love

  • #23
    Albert Camus
    “I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.”
    Albert Camus, The Stranger

  • #24
    Albert Camus
    “I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.”
    Albert Camus, L'Étranger

  • #25
    Albert Camus
    “There is not love of life without despair about life.”
    Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays

  • #26
    Albert Camus
    “I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings.”
    Albert Camus, The Stranger

  • #27
    Albert Camus
    “Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.”
    Albert Camus, The Rebel

  • #28
    Albert Camus
    “If we believe in nothing, if nothing has any meaning and if we can affirm no values whatsoever, then everything is possible and nothing has any importance.”
    Albert Camus, The Rebel

  • #29
    Albert Camus
    “Those who love, friends and lovers, know that love is not only a blinding flash, but also a long and painful struggle in the darkness for the realization of definitive recognition and reconciliation.”
    Albert Camus, The Rebel

  • #30
    Albert Camus
    “We are living in the era of premeditation and the perfect crime. Our criminals are no longer helpless children who could plead love as their excuse. On the contrary, they are adults and the have the perfect alibi: philosophy, which can be used for any purpose - even for transforming murderers into judges.”
    Albert Camus, The Rebel



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