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  • #1
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”
    Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

  • #2
    Samuel Beckett
    “Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.”
    Samuel Beckett, Molloy / Malone Dies / The Unnamable
    tags: mind

  • #3
    John Milton
    “Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
    To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
    From darkness to promote me?”
    John Milton, Paradise Lost

  • #4
    “Those who have been pulled out of the calm tranquility of the void and trapped for life to a bodily existence have a single consolation: everything that lives, also dies. Sooner or later, the tragedy will be forever over. Every life is destined to return to the sweet nothing from which it emerged without its consent. This is our consolation.”
    Selim Güre, The Occult of the Unborn

  • #5
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.”
    Rumi

  • #6
    Fernando Pessoa
    “There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #7
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “The cure for pain is in the pain.”
    Rumi
    tags: pain

  • #8
    Zero Jones
    “We make it all up, even that we don't.”
    Zero Jones, Metamagik

  • #9
    Alan W. Watts
    “You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.”
    Alan Watts

  • #10
    Samuel Beckett
    “All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
    Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho

  • #11
    Samuel Beckett
    “You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on.”
    Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable

  • #12
    Peter Wessel Zapffe
    “Know yourselves- be infertile and let the earth be silent after ye.”
    Peter Wessel Zapffe, Essays

  • #13
    Thomas Ligotti
    “To salve the pains of consciousness, some people anesthetize themselves with sunny thoughts. But not everyone can follow their lead, above all not those who sneer at the sun and everything upon which it beats down. Their only respite is in the balm of bleakness. Disdainful of the solicitations of hope, they look for sanctuary in desolate places - a scattering of ruins in a barren locale or a rubble of words in a book where someone whispers in a dry voice, "I too am here.”
    Thomas Ligotti, The Conspiracy Against the Human Race

  • #14
    Yohji Yamamoto
    “I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion.”
    Yohji Yamamoto

  • #15
    Marguerite Yourcenar
    “This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?”
    Marguerite Yourcenar

  • #16
    Albert Camus
    “At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.”
    Albert Camus

  • #17
    Albert Camus
    “I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.”
    Albert Camus, The Stranger

  • #18
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #19
    Samuel Beckett
    “They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.”
    Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

  • #20
    Albert Camus
    “The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men.”
    Albert Camus

  • #21
    Emil M. Cioran
    “If I could, I would choose every day another form, plant or animal, I would be all the flowers one by one: weed, thistle or rose; a tropical tree with a tangle of branches, seaweed cast by the shore, or mountain whipped by winds; bird of prey, a croaking bird, or a bird with a melodious song; beast of the forest or tame animal. Let me live the life of every species , wildly and un-self-consciously, let me try out the entire spectrum of nature, let me change gracefully, discreetly, as if it were the most natural procedure.”
    Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

  • #22
    D.T. Suzuki
    “Who would then deny that when I am sipping tea in my tearoom I am swallowing the whole universe with it and that this very moment of my lifting the bowl to my lips is eternity itself transcending time and space?”
    Daisetz Teitaro Suzuki, Zen and Japanese Culture

  • #23
    William Faulkner
    “Who gathers the withered rose?”
    William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay

  • #24
    Peter    Cameron
    “Most people think things are not real unless they are spoken, that it's the uttering of something, not the thinking of it, that legitimizes it. I suppose this is why people always want other people to say "I love you." I think just the opposite - that thoughts are realest when thought, that expressing them distorts or dilutes them, that it is best for them to stay in the dark climate-controlled airport chapel of your mind, that if they're released into the air and light they will be affected in a way that alters them, like film accidentally exposed.”
    Peter Cameron, Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You

  • #25
    Robert Frost
    “A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
    Robert Frost

  • #26
    Kahlil Gibran
    “Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
    That we may record our emptiness.”
    Kahlil Gibran

  • #27
    Vincent van Gogh
    “The more you love, the more you suffer”
    Vincent van Gogh

  • #28
    Christopher McCandless
    “Two years he walks the Earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, 'cause "the West is the best." And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual revolution. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the great white north. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.”
    Christopher McCandless

  • #29
    Christopher McCandless
    “Happiness only real when shared.”
    Christopher McCandless

  • #30
    “We stare into the radiant light and stumble blind and mad into the moonless night. We bow not our heads, nor do we ask for mercy.

    The world is agony.

    This is a journey of pain, ecstasy, and death. We do not seek companionship because this prison of flesh is a solipsism. We straddle the balancing point between light and darkness, love and hate, life and death. We hide our countenance to reveal the hidden face of god.

    We hang our self from trees and crosses. We bleed and suffer. All in roaring silence.

    Eternity is but an instant.”
    Trepaneringsritualen



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