September 2010
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“Where does our loneliness rise if it is not from love which have not a way to overflow and run out? What was the food of our solitude if it was not that love being closed inside of us? “
(Mariko Sumikura translation: Citation from Cioran’s Le livre des leurres)
Via http://papillon.vpweb.jp/Maria-Zambrano.html
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“My imagination is a monastery and I am it’s monk.”
– John Keats (via reveillerlimagination)
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Bach: Oboe Concerto in D minor, BWV 1059R...
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Bach: Oboe Concerto in D minor, BWV 1059R...
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Bach: Oboe Concerto in D minor, BWV 1059R...
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“Le but de la vie est de vivre. Vivre veut dire être conscient joyeusement,...”
– henry miller (via entresourceetnuage) (via catherinewillis)
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“Our hands imbibe like roots,
so I place them on what is beautiful in this...”
– St. Francis of Assisi (via paynehollow)
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“When someone tosses you a tea bowl
— Catch it!
Catch it nimbly with soft...”
– Ikkyu, Bankei Zen [Peter Haskel, trans.]
from: http://crowwithnomouth-jesse.blogspot.com/
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