… all the waves rolled by like scrolls of silver; and, by their soft, suffusing seethings, made what seemed a silvery silence, not a solitude …
Herman Melville, Moby Dick (via petrichour)

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

How odd, I can have all this inside me
and to you it’s just words.
David Foster Wallace , The Pale King (via thegirlwiththelittlecurl)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via my-adopted-daughter-margot)

sleepydrummer:

"But the lovers I recklessly love—lo! how they master me!

—Walt Whitman

Don’t be afraid; I’ll keep looking at you for ever and ever, without a flutter of my eyelids, and you’ll live in my gaze like a mote in a sunbeam.
Jean-Paul Sartre No Exit (via wordsnquotes)

(via wordsnquotes)

post-punker:

Jean-Paul Sartre, 1946, by Henri Cartier-Bresson

post-punker:

Jean-Paul Sartre, 1946, by Henri Cartier-Bresson

I mean it as a compliment when I say you could almost define a philosopher as someone who won’t take common sense for an answer
Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion

(Source: birdonaguitar)

infinite love without fulfillment


Where is beauty? Where I must will with all my will; where I want to love and perish that an image may not remain a mere image. Loving and perishing: that has rhymed for eternities. The will to love, that is to be willing also to die.
Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via fyeahnietzsche)


(Source: killerside, via introspectivepoet)

milo317:

Marcel Duchamp, 1960

milo317:

Marcel Duchamp, 1960

(via 2headedsnake)

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