If ever my life can be of any use to you, come and claim it.

~A.P. Cekhov

“You begin by creating in solitude and think it’s hard. Later on, you write and create surrounded by others. You then know that the undertaking is mad and that happiness was at the beginning.”

—   Albert Camus, Notebooks 1942-1951. (via acknowledgetheabsurd)

“The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men. But I am a part of this universe, and the most courageous thing to do is to accept it and the tragedy at the same time.”

—   Albert Camus (via lashams)

“Death gives its shape to love as it does to life – transforming it into fate. The one you love died while you loved her and now it is a love fixed forever – which, without such an end, would have fallen to pieces. What would the world be without death – a succession of forms evaporating and returning, and anguished flight, and unfinishable world. But fortunately here is death, the stable one.”

—   Albert Camus - Notebooks 1942-1951 (via sisyphean-revolt)

“I have found no other justification for my life except this effort to create. For almost all the rest, I have failed. And if this doesn’t justify me, my life won’t deserve absolution.”

—   Albert Camus - Notebooks 1951-1959 (via sisyphean-revolt)

“Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves (for the time being only superficially) and is ready to release what lies deeper. When I am willfully alone, a slight ordering of my interior begins to take place and I need nothing more.”

—   Franz Kafka, Diaries  (via acontentmentwithobscurity)

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

“Când două suflete se iubesc, Dumnezeu nu toarnă apă doar unuia. Visele nu țin de sete. Doar că, atunci când două suflete se iubesc, în adâncul pământului, acolo unde se întâlnesc rădăcinile, știu adevărul. Pot să se mintă prin cuvinte, dar nu și prin respirație sau prin privire sau prin gând.”

—   Chris Simion (via massiv-e)

(via inertiacuvintelor)

since I’d forgotten for a moment where you are,
I search for you with hope in my bones.”

—   Hester Knibbe, Search (trans. Jacquelyn Pope)

(Source: poemusicoffee, via movieonyoureyelids)

“Maybe some darks are deep enough to swallow
what we want them to.

But you can’t have two worlds in your hands
and choose emptiness.”

—   Mary Szybist, from “So-and-So Descending from the Bridge”, in Incarnadine (via hiddenshores)

(via movieonyoureyelids)

“I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.”

—   Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via larmoyante)

(via movieonyoureyelids)

“At what moment does the knife wound sink so deep that the flesh begins to weep with love?”

—   Anaïs Nin, Fire from A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (via lunarozsa)

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

“If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound but mine as well.”

—   Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: splitterherzen, via movieonyoureyelids)

“My hands are blistered
from holding on too tight to
things begging to leave.”

—   Haiku  (via plaante)

(Source: lordoftheconquistador, via movieonyoureyelids)

“Intimacy means that we’re safe enough to reveal the truth about ourselves in all its creative chaos. If a space is created in which two people are totally free to reveal their walls, then those walls, in time, will come down.”

—   Marianne Williamson, Everyday Positive Thinking (via wordsaresinging)

(via movieonyoureyelids)

“We are more closely connected to the invisible than to the visible.”

—   Novalis (via hierarchical-aestheticism)

(Source: shmo-omhs, via movieonyoureyelids)

“It’s the boxes of photographs. That’s how you’ll know how much I love you. I can’t tell you anything, but a picture will tell you everything.”

—   K. (via with-grace-and-guts)