“The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.”
― John Keats
"I was lazy. But ‘lazy’ never felt right when I heard that, when I said that to myself. ‘Oh, you’re lazy.’ It wasn’t that I was lazy, I was just really afraid. I was really afraid of failing. All my life I had been precocious and I was supposed to be smart and I was supposed to be creative. And I think hearing those things, makes you scared that you’re going to do something stupid or do something uninteresting and no one will see you as smart or creative anymore."
My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddle strings and harps, drums and tambourines I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.
this is so beautiful :)(via theatlasmarch)
Beware, the paths of distraction. So many there are and in such subtle ways do they bleed us of our energies.
jaymur (via perceiving-change)
Robert Brault (via tsadde)
The moment you feel like you have to prove your worth to someone is the moment to absolutely and utterly walk away.
“The worst illiterate is the political illiterate, he doesn’t hear, doesn’t speak, nor participates in the political events. He doesn’t know the cost of life, the price of the bean, of the fish, of the flour, of the rent, of the shoes and of the medicine, all depends on political decisions. The political illiterate is so stupid that he is proud and swells his chest saying that he hates politics. The imbecile doesn’t know that, from his political ignorance is born the prostitute, the abandoned child, and the worst thieves of all, the bad politician, corrupted and flunky of the national and multinational companies.”-Bertolt Brecht
“Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Friends don’t need the intervention of a third party. Friendship’s a voluntary thing. At least that’s the way I know it.
Haruki Murakami - Dance Dance Dance (via murakamistuff)
Are you proud of choosing to love only what is extraordinary, what is rare? If it were best to love only those who are extraordinary then God would be puzzled, because to him there is no extraordinary. This claim of loving only that which is extraordinary, then, raises a question, not against love and not against the extraordinary, but against that love which loves only that which is extraordinary. Perfection in the object of love is not perfection in the love. Romantic love is a desire for the extraordinary object, the beloved. Friendship is a desire for the extraordinary object, the friend. Only love of the neighbor is the desire for love. Therefore, authentic love is proved by this, that its object lacks any of those qualifications that differ in people, which means that this love is recognizable only by love. -Soren Kierkegaard