You Become So Afraid

You become so afraid

That you are willing

To surrender your desires

And crawl back into

A sheer safety amid your fears.

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(Artwork by Anne Magill.)

"But only in their dreams can men be truly free, T'was always thus and always thus will be."

(An extract from Dead Poets Society.)

A movie I shall treasure for ever. I always watch this movie here and there to catch up with myself and observe and see what's different, what's not, what's new, what lacks, what's irrational, what's inspirational in this life I'm leading. It's a life reflection on a cosmic level.

"Travel is very useful, it exercises the imagination. All the rest is disappointment and fatigue. Our own journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.

(Artwork by Emile Friant.)

It goes from life to death. People, animals, cities, things, all are imagined. It’s a novel, simply a fictitious narrative. Littré* says so, and he's never wrong.

(Artwork by Róbert Béreny.)

And besides, in the first place, anyone can do as much. You just need to close your eyes.

(Artwork by Róbert Béreny.)

It's on the other side of life.

(Artwork by Ehsan Safavie.)

_Quote by French author Ferdinand Louis Céline from Journey To The End Of The Night_

If their presence does not heal you or support you, then their absence will neither hurt you, nor drag you down.

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"This is one moment, But know that another Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy."

-T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral-

(Melancolie by Albert György.)

"I like looking at her lips and if she's not around, I love to imagine them. Her lips have an aura I cannot describe, when she speaks, they move like a caring embrace, like gentle transparent fingertips that wake a soul from within, and kissing, O kissing her always feels like coming home. When she's silent or quiet or when silence obliges itself upon her, her lips still possess a nonverbal beauty that always invite my lips to bury ourselves into each other. And when we kiss, I tell you truly, the world halts and we spin and spin in love, and not even the ancient voices of doom could stop us."

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(Artwork The Kiss by Gustav Klimt.)