"Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow , for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."
Kurt Vonnegut (via theonqreyjoy)
"I exist in two places,
here and where you are"
Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems (1965-1975)
"Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?"
Pablo Picasso (via aurelle)
"At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon."
F.Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via an-artful-life)
"I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours."
Rudy Francisco (via fawun)
"In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality."
Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (via floriental)
"I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I."
Sylvia Plath (via setbabiesonfire)
"Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be."
"If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness."
A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via dnwinchster)