Laurajane

“What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding. Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions — they are metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“and the color in my eyes
has gone back into the sea.”
― Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

“Love breaks my
bones and I
laugh”
― Charles Bukowski

“My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.”
― Charles Bukowski