Jules ˚⋆ཐི༏ཋྀ°༄｡

“I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.”
― Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka's The Castle

“I'm not at all concerned with the academic status of what I do, because my challenge is my own transformation. That's why, when people tell me ‘you thought this several years ago, and now you think something different’, I answer: ‘do you think I've worked so much, for so many years, to always say the same thing, and not be transformed?’ This transformation of the self by one's own knowledge is, I think, quite close to the aesthetic experience. Why would a painter work, if they're not transformed by their painting?" We alter our own selves in what we do. This isn't necessarily the result of a conscious decision or a sudden revolution; it happens by successive shifts, which, paradoxically, create our sense of loyalty to ourselves.”
― Michel Foucault

“To live on a day-to-day basis is insufficient for human beings; we need to transcend, transport, escape; we need meaning, understanding, and explanation; we need to see over-all patterns in our lives. We need hope, the sense of a future. And we need freedom (or, at least, the illusion of freedom) to get beyond ourselves, whether with telescopes and microscopes and our ever-burgeoning technology, or in states of mind that allow us to travel to other worlds, to rise above our immediate surroundings.

We may seek, too, a relaxing of inhibitions that makes it easier to bond with each other, or transports that make our consciousness of time and mortality easier to bear. We seek a holiday from our inner and outer restrictions, a more intense sense of the here and now, the beauty and value of the world we live in.”
― Oliver Sacks

“For the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger