Iulia Marc

“I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.”
― Vincent van Gogh

“We are, each of us, a product of the stories we tell ourselves”
― Derren Brown, Happy: Why more or less everything is absolutely fine

“He approached the stranger and drew his sword.
"Señor," he said, "we will now discuss music.”
― Lord Dunsany, Don Rodriguez: Chronicles of Shadow Valley

“it came to me then, I am sure, for the first time, how promiscuous, how higgledy-piggledy was the whole of that jumble of mines and homes, collieries and potbanks, railway yards, canals, schools, forges and blast furnaces, churches, chapels, allotment hovels, a vast irregular agglomeration of ugly smoking accidents in which men lived as happy as frogs in a dustbin. Each thing jostled and damaged the other things about it, each thing ignored the other things about it; the smoke of the furnace defiled the potbank clay, the clatter of the railway deafened the worshipers in church, the public-house thrust corruption at the school doors, the dismal homes squeezed miserably amidst the monstrosities of industrialism, with an effect of groping imbecility. Humanity choked amidst its products, and all its energy went in increasing its disorder, like a blind stricken thing that struggles and sinks in a morass.”
― H.G. Wells, In the Days of the Comet