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Invest in yourself. You can afford it. Trust me.
Rashon Carraway (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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Book quotes – 1/∞ (Crossposted to A Different Now)
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I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek  (via petrichour)

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Any man who is troubled by an insult submits to weakness and shows himself lacking in both insight and in belief in himself.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca, De Constantia (On the Firmness of the Wise Man)

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I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because romantic doesn’t mean sugary. It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
Catherine Breillat, “Interview by Martin Tsai,” The New York Sun  (via petrichour)

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My body is made up of saltwater and wishes, and a thousand star fish that try to mimic the constellations. And sometimes, that’s all I ever want to do: imitate the sky so that you can find a home somewhere within me.
Megan Madgwick (via petrichour)

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I am on the edge of mysteries and the veil is getting thinner and thinner.
Louis Pasteur (via nathanielstuart)
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Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse (via petrichour)

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Which it will be, not even the Gods know—yet.
Arthur C. Clarke, from 2010: Odyssey Two (via the-final-sentence)

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Journaling in Paris 💛
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