Dead Poets Society (1989)

  August 11, 2014 at 10:12pm

You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.

Robin Williams

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Carl Vilhelm Holsøe, Sunlit Interior

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Jane Eyre (Cary Fukunaga, 2011)

You go your way
I’ll go your way too

Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing
  August 05, 2014 at 06:43pm

Stillness and solitude, he thought to himself; silence and solitude…that’s the only element in which the mind is free now.
Silence and solitude, he repeated; silence and solitude. His eyes half closed themselves. He was tired; he was dazed; people talked; people talked. He would detach himself, generalise himself, imagine that he was lying in a great space on a blue plain with hills on the rim of the horizon.

Virginia Woolf, The Years


Robert Henri

Evening Sky

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  May 28, 2014 at 11:21am

"Hope: the following page. Do not close the book."

"I have turned all the pages of the book without finding hope."

"Perhaps hope is the book."

Edmond Jabès, from Drawn Curtains

  May 28, 2014 at 11:17am

– Terrence Malick, The Tree of Life (2011)

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  May 28, 2014 at 11:14am
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There can be no doubt, I thought, pushing aside the newspaper, that our mean lives, unsightly as they are, put on splendour and have meaning only under the eyes of love.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves
  May 28, 2014 at 11:11am
Title: Morning Artist: Beck 61 plays

Can we start it all over again this morning?

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Hello to all friends on tumblr,

Over the past couple of months I’ve had many new experiences which have changed my life for the better. The time has come when I get to finally enjoy life rather than endure it.

Starting today, I’m going to update my blog again.

  May 28, 2014 at 11:03am

The briefest moment
shared with you—
the longest
on my mind.

Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
Title: Blue Moon Artist: Beck 1,989 plays
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