amour propre
It’s usually enough for me to look at you and feel I love you. But there are moments when I wish I could get at your own real feelings.
Jean-Paul Sartre, from The Age Of Reason


"Ησουν απο τα λιγα ονειρα που ενιωσα να τα αγγιζω και μου εδωσαν τα ματια σου ενα λογο για να ζησω."

"You were one of the few dreams I felt like touching and your eyes gave me a reason to live."

Emika - Double Edge

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After all—if I could not draw my strength from myself; if I had to wait for words of good cheer, of encouragement, and of comfort from outside, where should I be, what should I be! There have indeed been moments—no, whole periods in my life—when I should have regarded a strong cheering word, a sympathetic handshake, as the comfort of comforts—and it was precisely then that every one on whom I thought I could rely, and who could have done me this act of kindness, left me in the lurch. Now I no longer expect it, and all I feel is a certain gloomy astonishment when, for instance, I think of the letters that reach me nowadays—they are all so insignificant! No one seems to have gained the smallest experience through me, or to have thought about me—all that people say to me is decent and benevolent, but so far, far away.
Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters
Life consists of rare, isolated moments of the greatest significance and of innumerably many intervals, during which at best the silhouettes of those moments hover about us. Love, springtime, every beautiful melody, mountains, the moon, the sea — all these speak completely to the heart but once, if in fact they ever do get a chance to speak completely. For many men do not have those moments at all, and are themselves intervals and intermissions in the symphony of real life.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human
Once you start to speak, people will yell at you. They will interrupt you, put you down and suggest it’s personal. And the world won’t end.
And the speaking will get easier and easier. And you will find you have fallen in love with your own vision, which you may never have realized you had. And you will lose some friends and lovers, and realize you don’t miss them. And new ones will find you and cherish you. And you will still flirt and paint your nails, dress up and party, because, as I think Emma Goldman said, “If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.” And at last you’ll know with surpassing certainty that only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth. And that is not speaking.
Audre Lorde
Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.
Marcel Proust, from Les Plaisirs Et Les Jours
I just wanted to say it. Now that I said it I don’t have to be it.
Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden
Can’t you see what you are doing? Can’t you see I’m scared to speak, and I hate my voice ‘cause it only makes you angry? I only talk when you are sleeping. That’s when I tell you everything. And I imagine that somehow you’re going to hear me…
The Antlers, from Sylvia 
Do you want me to wrench myself around and tear myself in two because you can’t make up your mind? Because you won’t stay with anything?
Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden
It’s just some feel and others don’t. People lie about it I think. But it’s so nice to just feel and hold you. I’m so happy. Just be my girl and love me the way I love you. Love me more. The way you can now. You now. Yes you. Please you.
Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden
And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.
Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein

Ivy Rose - Waves (Cover)

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