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“The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.”

— Carl Rogers

Margarita Karapanou, from "Rien Ne Va Plus," originally published in 2012

Alex Dimitrov, from "Love", Love and Other Poems

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

oh well. at least there's research into topics no one but me gives a fuck about

John William Waterhouse

oh emily wilson translation of the iliad we’re really in it now

Love is not primarily a relationship to a specific person; it is an attitude, an orientation of character which determines the relatedness of a person to the world as a whole, not toward one object of love. If a person loves only one other person and is indifferent to the rest of his fellow men, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism. Yet, most people believe that love is constituted by the object, not by the faculty. In fact, they even believe that it is a proof of the intensity of their love when they do not love anybody except the loved person. Because one does not see that love is an activity, a power of the soul, one believes that all that is necessary to find is the right object and that everything goes by itself afterward. This attitude can be compared to that of a man who wants to paint but who instead of learning the art, claims that he has just to wait for the right object and that he will paint beautifully when he finds it.

The Art of Loving

Erich Fromm

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“The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.” ― Georges Bataille

“All the gods, all the heavens, all the hells, are within you.“ ― Joseph Campbell

"To forget, to forget ...", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

“We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin  (via punlovsin)

...for Simone Weil, the dark night of God's absence, is itself the soul's contact with God. When she speaks of an 'ineffable consolation' that fills the soul after it has renounced everything, renounced even the desire for grace, she does not mean that supernatural love is something distinct from the acceptance of the void. To endure the void, to suffer evil, is our contact with God."

— Susan Taubes, The Absent God

“[…] Wearing my dream like a diadem, in some better land Where beauty flourishes.”

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“[…] portant mon rêve en diadème, Au ciel antérieur où fleurit la Beauté.”

Stéphane Mallarmé, from “Les Fenêtres,” in Poésies (translation from The Poetry Foundation)

The older I grow and the more I abandon myself to God’s will, the less I value intelligence that wants to know and will that wants to do; and as the only element of salvation I recognize faith, which can wait patiently, without asking too many questions.

— Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose (translated by William Weaver) (Everyman's Library; First American Edition, September 26, 2006)

Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

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