Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.
Hermann Hesse (via libraryland)
If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.
Émile Zola (via libraryland)
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all; there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (via human-voices)
(Source: journalofanobody, via bookville)
Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
― Rainer Maria Rilke
― Rainer Maria Rilke
(via journalofanobody)
(via blankbook)
Maybe I don’t like being different,” Meg said. “But I don’t want to be like everybody else, either.
A Wrinkle in Time (via unicornsareace)
(via libraryland)
Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.
The Velveteen Rabbit (via accio-blue-box)
(via libraryland)
Sculptural Installation by Miler Lagos
(Source: danceabletragedy, via bookporn)
