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April 27 2017

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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
T. S. Eliot
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April 25 2017

I feel more and more that the most beautiful people are the ones who are comfortable with themselves.
— Alber Elbaz (via quotemadness)
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April 24 2017

Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.
— Alexandr Solzhenitsyn (via nu-davaj)
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April 22 2017

Oh soul, you worry too much.Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.
Rumi, “You Worry Too Much”
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April 16 2017

To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest. To live fully is to be always in no-man’s-land, to experience each moment as completely new and fresh. To live is to be willing to die over and over again.
— ! Pema Chödrön
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You must be prepared to work always without applause
— Hemingway
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The more and more you listen, the more and more you hear; the more and more you hear, the deeper and deeper your understanding becomes.
— Dudjom Rinpoche
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You are what you've been looking for. The answer is always in you alone. There is nothing in the external world. For the external world is an emanation of your own mind, your own thinking and your own imagination. You created this world.
— Robert Adams
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April 06 2017

- Wiesz, temu jednemu mężczyźnie chciałabym dać, tak zwyczajnie, tak najzwyczajniej w świecie - jak podarek imieninowy czy urodzinowy - całe moje życie. Bez reszty. Chciałabym być z nim i podróżować z nim, i czekać na niego wtedy, kiedy nie mógłby mnie ze sobą zabierać. Chciałabym dla niego utrzymywać dom w czystości i robić zapasy na zimę, kompoty, konfitury, marynować grzyby, kwasić ogórki, butelkować szczaw, pomidory, kisić kapustę i inne wspaniałości. Chciałabym mu zrobić na drutach albo na szydełku długi długi ciepły szalik i ciepły sweter, i ciepłe rękawiczki, i ciepłą czapkę, i bardzo ciepłe skarpety, i w ogóle. Bo to tak jest, że dla siebie, owszem, można coś tam zrobić, ale dla drugiego człowieka to już
można coś niesamowicie pięknego zrobić, wszystko. Wszystko, i, czy ja wiem... może jutro zgaśnie słońce, przecież może; albo nam je przesłoni, na zawsze, jakiś straszny potworny grzyb... Przeciec może.
— Edward Stachura - Opowiadania
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But, he thought, this is projection on my part. It isn't the universe which is being entombed by layers of wind, cold, darkness and ice; all this is going on within me, and yet I seem to see it outside. Strange, he thought. Is the whole world inside me? Engulfed by my body? When did that happen? 
— Philip K. Dick, Ubik
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April 01 2017

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Atom in the Universe

I stand at the seashore, alone, and start to think.

There are the rushing waves, mountains of molecules
Each stupidly minding its own business
Trillions apart, yet forming white surf in unison

Ages on ages, before any eyes could see
Year after year, thunderously pounding the shore as now
For whom, for what?
On a dead planet, with no life to entertain

Never at rest, tortured by energy
Wasted prodigiously by the sun, poured into space
A mite makes the sea roar

Deep in the sea, all molecules repeat the patterns
Of one another till complex new ones are formed
They make others like themselves
And a new dance starts

Growing in size and complexity
Living things, masses of atoms, DNA, protein
Dancing a pattern ever more intricate

Out of the cradle onto the dry land
Here it is standing
Atoms with consciousness, matter with curiosity
Stands at the sea, wonders at wondering

I, a universe of atoms
An atom in the universe

     - Richard P. Feynman
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March 24 2017

And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
— Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler
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Niebo było takie gwiaździste, takie jasne, że spojrzawszy na nie, mimo woli trzeba było zapytać siebie : czy naprawdę pod takim niebem mogą żyć różni zagniewani i niezadowoleni ludzie?
— Pan Dostojewski
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