Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s need, but not every man’s greed.
— Mahatma Gandhi (via thecultofgenius)
I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.
— Sylvia Plath ( (via jesussbabymomma)
I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I’ve finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don’t have to hide it and I don’t have to fix it. I’m not broken.
careers to consider when I finish uni:
- girl in 1960s Paris with winged eyeliner and a fringe who sits in cafes and bars and drinks sherry
- WWII war nurse
- muse for a late 19th century artist
- archaeologist in the 30s
- background character in a Wodehouse story
- incorporeal sense of vague dissatisfaction
Too many women throw themselves into romance because they’re afraid of being single, then start making compromises and losing their identity. I won’t do that.
— Julie Delpy in Before Sunset (via skeletales)
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
— Franz Kafka (via ephemeralised)
If all misfortunes were laid in one common heap whence everyone must take an equal portion, most people would be contented to take their own and depart.
— Socrates (via thelittlephilosopher)
Nobody really knew anything. People lived; they went here and there about the earth and rode through forests; so much seemed to challenge or to promise, and so many sights to stir our longing: an evening star, a blue harebell, a lake half-covered in green reeds, the eyes of beasts and human eyes; and always it was as though something would happen, something never seen and yet sighed for, as though a veil would be pulled back off the world; till the feeling passed, and there had been nothing.
— Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund, 1930