May 2013
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This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the...
– Extrait de Hamlet, par William Shakespeare
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Les gens ont des étoiles qui ne sont pas les mêmes. Pour les uns, qui voyagent,...
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of beauty is...
– Elie Wiesel (via trueloveislettinggoofillusion)
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There are 7 billion people on this planet who I have not met,
and 195 countries...
– Unknown (via buddhacoffee)
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That...
– Dreams, par Langston Hughes
April 2013
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I have been through a lot and have suffered a great deal. But I have had lots of...
– Jacqueline Kennedy
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My library is an archive of longings.
– Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
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Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s...
– Susan Sontag
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That’s the trouble, I can’t forget him. He was everything to me,...
– Extrait de Call the Midwife, par Jennifer Worth
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A novel worth reading is an education of the heart. It enlarges your sense of...
– Susan Sontag, from an interview in The Paris Review-The Art of Fiction No. 143 (via lotusohm)
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Buying books is immensely comforting. Maybe I won’t read them immediately, but...
– vagabond
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Luck is the residue of design.
– Branch Rickey (1881-1965)
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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are...
– Julius Caesar (I, ii, 140-141)
March 2013
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Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a...
– Extrait de Jane Eyre, par Charlotte Brontë. (via arpeggia)
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But why do I notice everything?” She thought. She shifted her position. Why must...
– Extrait de The Years, par Virginia Woolf
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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,...
– Daffodils - William Wordsworth