Tuesday, March 8, 2011
TFLN
I'd like to know where Dora the Explorer's parents are when she goes on all these crazy-ass adventures
Bruni
On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Carla Bruni
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Carla Bruni
Plato
Music is moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.
Plato
Plato
Andersen
but the most beautiful, she said, was to lie in the moonlight, on a sandbank, in the quiet sea, near the coast, and to gaze on a large town nearby, where the lights were twinkling like hundreds of stars; to listen to the sounds of the music, the noise of carriages, and the voices of human beings, and then to hear the merry bells peal out from the church steeples; and because she could not go near to all those wonderful things, she longed for them more than ever.
Hans Christian Andersen
Hans Christian Andersen
Wyndham Lewis
Life is the Past and the Future.
The Present is Art.
Percy Wyndham Lewis
The Present is Art.
Percy Wyndham Lewis
Nico
Do I stay or do I go
And maybe finally spit the ride?
Nico
And maybe finally spit the ride?
Nico
Hemingway
They were seated in the boat, Nick in the stern, his father rowing. The sun was coming up over the hills. Nick trailed his hand in the water. It felt warm in the sharp chill of the morning.
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite certain he would never die.
Ernest Hemingway
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite certain he would never die.
Ernest Hemingway
Labels:
Hemingway,
immortality,
nature,
stillness,
the future
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