For whatever we lose
(a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves
we find in the sea.
 - e. e. cummings

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My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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Haven’t you ever … Wouldn’t you like to live in a place with more mystery, with more color, with more life? Here we know everything, we can do everything. […] The world is so small. Don’t you ever want — need — more mystery in your life?
Jeff Vandermeer, “The Strange Case of X”, in: City of Saints and Madmen, p. 292

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The reality of what we really are is often times found in the small snips, way down at the bottom of things.
Jean Shepherd

The little things? The little moments? They aren’t little.
John Zabat-Zinn

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Every act of perception is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination.
Oliver Sacks

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The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.
Anna Quindlen

Rosa Luxemburg, Simone de Beauvoir, Emma Goldman (1930) 

Rosa Luxemburg, Simone de Beauvoir, Emma Goldman (1930) 

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