Thursday, March 18, 2010

les noyers de l’altenburg

Sometimes it feels like we're all living in some kind of prison, and the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It's good to get dressed up every once in awhile and admit the truth: that when you look really closely, people are so strange and so complicated that they're actually beautiful. Possibly even me.

My So-Called Life

The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter and that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.

André Malraux

wrap me in your marrow, stuff me in your bones

everything was beautiful and nothing hurt

how i wish you were here

i remember pretending i wasn't looking

it's such a pleasure to touch your skin, to touch your heart

rooftops, clouds, and volcanoes

The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves is what I call hell.

When I despair... I remember that all through history, the way of truth and love has always won. There have been murderers and tyrants, and for a time they can seem invincible. But in the end they always fall. Think of it always.

André Malraux

we are enough without

all the things we buy
to make us much more
than we are or need to be
we are simple
and complex
and rare
as is.
sabrina ward harrison

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