Le coeur a ses raisons que le raison ne connaît point.

to create one's world in any of arts takes courage.

the light is more proportionate to our knowledge than that of day. it is no more dusky in ordinary nights than our mind’s habitual atmosphere, and the moonlight is as bright as our most illuminated moments are.

“in such a night let me abroad remain
till morning breaks, and all ’s confused again.“

_{- henry david thoreau 1863}

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‘We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, — if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known, and _loved_ because it is known?’
_{- george eliot 1860}

“There should be more sincerity and heart in human relations, more silence and simplicity in our interactions. Be rude when you’re angry, laugh when something is funny, and answer when you’re asked.”

“I AM ROOTED, BUT I FLOW.”

_{— virginia woolf}

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“I FOUND MYSELF WITHIN A FOREST DARK,”

_{— dante alighieri}

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“The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body.The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’s most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?”_‍

_{milan kundera}

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Yann.
J'espère te voir à la fin de l'après-midi.
De tout mon cœur.
De tout mon cœur.

_{marguerite duras}

“i work from awakwardness. By that I mean I don't like arrange things. If I stand in front if something, instead of arranging it, I arrange my self.”

“TO MAKE A PRAIRIE 

IT TAKES A CLOVER AND ONE BEE”

“LA BEAUTÉ DE LA VIE PASSE LA DOULEUR DE MOURIR”
_{- Apollinaire}