“Until recently, I didn’t think that humans could choose
loneliness. That there were sometimes forces more powerful than the wish to avoid loneliness.”
― Klara and the Sun
loneliness. That there were sometimes forces more powerful than the wish to avoid loneliness.”
― Klara and the Sun
“Remove the comma, replace the comma, remove the comma, replace the comma...”
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“Just as anyone who listens to the muse will hear, you can write out of your own intention or out of inspiration. There is such a thing. It comes up and talks. And those who have heard deeply the rhythms and hymns of the gods, can recite those hymns in such a way that the gods will be attracted.”
― The Hero's Journey: Joseph Campbell on His Life & Work
― The Hero's Journey: Joseph Campbell on His Life & Work
“Beauty plus pity-that is the closest we can get to a definition of art. Where there is beauty there is pity for the simple reason that beauty must die: beauty always dies, the manner dies with the matter, the world dies with the individual.”
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“Take your rainbows
Oh! high monsoon instead cloak me and her with rain
so that we can hide from that tragic fate
Wrap us in one of those grey clouds
lets us sail through that gush and storm
hide us in these thunder and black clouds
until the end of time
or
until we melt too and drip through these very own skies
sell my soul to feisty east winds for more time in her arms
because
I know no separation
only death
oh! melancholy rain
oh! melancholy rain
do I have to cry louder than the thunder itself
and lose my ability to utter 'love you'
and be labelled as betrayer in front of her confessions
I better be unborn and with no existence
If there is no being; how can there be separation.”
―
Oh! high monsoon instead cloak me and her with rain
so that we can hide from that tragic fate
Wrap us in one of those grey clouds
lets us sail through that gush and storm
hide us in these thunder and black clouds
until the end of time
or
until we melt too and drip through these very own skies
sell my soul to feisty east winds for more time in her arms
because
I know no separation
only death
oh! melancholy rain
oh! melancholy rain
do I have to cry louder than the thunder itself
and lose my ability to utter 'love you'
and be labelled as betrayer in front of her confessions
I better be unborn and with no existence
If there is no being; how can there be separation.”
―
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