Je n'entrerai pas dans votre cœur pour limiter sa mémoire. Je ne retiendrai pas votre bouche pour l'empêcher de s'entrouvrir sur le bleu de l'air et la soif de partir. Je veux être pour vous la liberté et le vent de la vie qui passe le seuil de toujours René Char Georgia O'Keeffe,Abstraction Blue

Je ne t'ai pas aimé par ennui, ou par solitude, ou par caprice. Je t'ai aimé car le désir de toi était plus fort que n'importe quel bonheur. Et je savais bien que la vie n'est pas assez grande pour y faire entrer tout ce que le désir peut imaginer.✨️ Alessandro Baricco ~ Océan mer

Et ceux qui dansaient étaient considérés comme fou par ceux qui ne pouvaient entendre la musique ✨️ Friedrich Nietzche

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk. — John Keats (in a letter to Percy Bysshe Shelley) August 16, 1820 🥀

i accept that in this lifetime i have been a lighthouse to some, a shipvvreck to others, and a monster in situations that may, or may not have required one…✨

The thirst to balance is a big dark pit with leaves covering its top. Walk over at your own peril.

the soft night descending. art by © catherine hyde

She bathed in the holiness of nothingness there, her world could be brighter than despair this world had always been too shrill too brutal too...uncaring does it matter does rain ever worry what or who it soaks repetitively #poetry

Psychoanalysis has taught that the dead – a dead parent, for example – can be more alive for us, more powerful, more scary, than the living. It is the question of ghosts. Jacques Derrida 📷 27 1

The sea withdraws from certainty before it reaches the shore. J. M. W. Turner paints not water but the hesitation of the visible. Light lingers where form begins to forget itself, and the eye arrives too late to witness what silence had already completed.

✍️ I wish I were your favorite book. To feel the warmth of your hands resting on my cover, and your gaze lingering over every line. Then, as the room grows dark and the night deepens, I would be the last gentle thought on your mind before you close your eyes.

Si tu viens ici pendant mon absence,pense que je pense à toi, souvent,souvent, jusque dans mon sommeil,et même très loin de toi,comme une incrustation vivante qui chauffe tous les conduits de mon corps et de ma tête, jusque dans le froid,jusque dans le vide... Hervé Guibert, Le Mausolée des amants.

death teaches by absence how love is more when less and the smallest wildflower like the accident of grace — will always have my heart

I T H E L A S T A P P L A U S E N E V E R C A M E I The hardest performance is pretending you’re still whole. This image explores the quiet tragedy of wearing joy as a costume long after the audience has gone. Some silences echo louder than standing ovations #SilentClownShow #art

there is a small space between your poem in which I realize I am not alone

time slowly passed and things changed nothing really made sense except the raindrops that fell into my hands again and again

In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion. Albert Camus 🖼 Erica Hopper 'A good Day'

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"Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life." — Hermann Hesse

Our connection with nature is often too disconnected, and yet we as humans have so much power of it. Artist Axelle Pomares' gentle nature illustrations remind us to not forget about the rest of the living world, and hopefully, to act and do a little more to help nature survive. #art

Orangenbäume Und hier und dort im Felde Der Ruf des Kuckucks. Bashô (1643 - 1694), eigentlich Matsuo Munefusa, japanischer Dichter

»Der Begriff des Fortschritts ist in der Idee der Katastrophe zu fundieren. Dass es „so weiter" geht, ist die Katastrophe.« Walter Benjamin 15. Juli 1892 - 26. September 1940 Freitod durch Morphium, da er für sich keinen Ausweg mehr sah den Nazis zu entkommen. 

Conquer your fears, love Everything in nature’s grasp Sun, moon, stars—are yours. #vss365 #conquer #haiku #writing #WriteSky 💙🖋️ #Art #Vincent 💙✨

only moths remember our dreams— they are the lacemakers of light ⋅ ᯽ ⋅ lacemakers' lamp self portrait 2015

"Night Grove" 🎨 Aron Wiesenfeld (2016)

“Every experience we have is like reading a long and complicated book. As time passes, we forget the majority of what we've read, but the truth of the book is never lost. Every revelation of reality we encounter only further broadens our awareness.” Read more: suliqyre.substack.com/p/free-to-fo...

Lavender Iris, 1951 By Georgia O'Keeffe #WomensArt

🤍🌹 I believe in the value of the book, which keeps something irreplaceable, and in the necessity of fighting to secure its respect. Jacques Derrida

“The world would be much happier, if men were as fully able to keep silence as they are able to speak.” — Baruch Spinoza, Ethics

Daily #wabisabi #zen #buddhism 🙏

I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow I wish I had a thousand words for love but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that -Brian Andreas #photography #b&w

a thousand raindrops call me a thousand different ways but the ocean does not remember my name

ㅤ Quiet people always know more than they seem. Although very normal, their inner world is by default fronted mysterious and therefore assumed weird. Never underestimate the social awareness and sense of reality in a quiet person; they are some of the most observant, absorbent persons of all. ㅤ

Edward Hopper captured a uniquely quiet melancholy—not loud grief, but the solitude that lingers in ordinary moments. His paintings remind us that even in sunlight and familiar places, people can feel distant, searching for connection within silence.

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Luna and the Orquidea Floral Eugenio Cuttica

Si vraiment les mots t’embarrassent, Ne dis rien. Rêve. N’aie pas froid; C’est moi qui parle et qui t’embrasse; Laisse-moi répandre sur toi, Comme le doux vent dans les bois, Ce murmure immense, à voix basse… - Anna de Noailles - Gustav Klimt - L'Amour

Growth began the moment I stopped watering what was already dead.

The river sees transience in all things— how when it passes the same place, there is always something changed & even in itself— how sometimes it is full & rushing & other times it moves small & slow & still the river keeps on flowing, a paradox of flux & constancy. #mpprompt

Moments of choice reveal the orientation of the will toward or away from the Good. Our being is disclosed in the choices we freely actualize when possibility is presented. Time does not create our character; it unveils it by transforming potential into actuality. #Philosophos #Art

I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it. ~ Emily Brontë

through the dews mist. art by © catherine hyde

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Sylvia Plath

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“Pure orientation towards the goal deprives the in-between space of all meaning, emptying it to become a corridor without any value of its own. … The rich meaning of the path disappears.” — Byung-chul Han, The Scent of Time

I W H E R E T H E W E I G H T S E T T L E S I We carry more than memory. We carry the shape of what we survived. Where the Weight Settles is a study of vulnerability, not as weakness, but as the quiet architecture of endurance. -- Th Asylum Art — #art #portrait #male #cptsd #blueskyart

The edges of a magical space are the edges of the things you love, whose inconcinnities make your mind move. ~Anne Carson Mikael Kareni Poghosyan

Federico Infante The Lightness of Being