’The Picture of Dorian Gray’ by Oscar Wilde (published in 1890)
“Let us be misplaced together. Like short walks through big cities. Like hard work on Sunday mornings.”
This is so true
Alain de Botton // Jon Kabat-Zinn // unknown
عد بوحدتك ، أين أنت تهرب؟ تعال ، أنا بلدك.
"Come back with your loneliness. Where are you running away?Come back , I am your country."
“And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm - whether it’s something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being sad in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.”
— Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition
“[A]nd I think of what Hobie said: beauty alters the grain of reality. And I keep thinking too of the more conventional wisdom: namely, that the pursuit of beauty is a trap, a fast track to bitterness and sorrow, that beauty has to be wedded to something more meaningful.”
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
by touch, by smell.
i would know him blind—
i would know him in death.
because everytime it’s not loud, it’s louder
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Under the night's blanket,
Smouldering bewitching flames arose from my chest
Dancing with the purple of your dress
The dress you no longer wear
Cause you're long gone
And now I've to dealt with this ghost of the life
With my only reason to survive, your kisses from hell.