September 2010
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Anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our...
– Isaac Asimov (via scipsy)
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Latin
Memento mori — Remember you must die. Amor vincit omnia — Love conquers all. In vino veritas — There is truth in wine. Facta non verba — Actions speak louder than words. Non omnis moriar — Not all of me shall die. Tecum vivere amem, tecum obeam libens — With you I would love to live, with you I would be willing to die. In regione caecorum rex est luscus — In the country of the blind, the one-eyed...
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A man who doesn’t know he’s in prison can never escape. As soon as you realize...
– William S. Burroughs (via morphoses)
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Let this place remain for eternity as a cry of despair and a warning to...
– reads the plaque, inscribed in nineteen languages, outside of the Auschwitz concentration camp
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September, 1918
by Amy Lowell
This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves, And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open windows. Under a tree in the park, Two little boys, lying flat on their faces, Were carefully gathering red berries To put in a pasteboard box. Some day...
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Sometimes I feel as though I had lead weights so heavy they’re bound to pull me...
– Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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At some point in the last twenty years, the left moved to the center, and the...
– Bill Maher (via brooklynmutt)
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The human race is a monotonous affair. Most people spend the greatest part of...
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
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My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has...
– Hermann Hesse (via harpy)
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Why should I fear death If I am, Death is not If death is, I am not Why should I fear that which could not exist when I do? — Epicurus (via tamburina)
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Part of being a pro-feminist man, I’ve come to realize in recent years, is being...
– Hugo Schwyzer (via source, ponders)
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The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is...
– Vladimir Nabokov (via saturday-night-hemorrhagic-fever, fuckyeahexistentialism)
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September Midnight
by Sara Teasdale
Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer. Let me...
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