Sexy doesn't impress me. Smart impresses me, strength of character impresses me. But most of all, I am impressed by kindness. Kindness, I think, comes from learning hard lessons well, from falling and picking yourself up. It comes from surviving failure and loss. It implies an understanding of the human condition, forgives its many flaws and quirks. When I see that in someone, it fills me with admiration.
— Lisa Unger
The moment was all; the moment was enough.
— Virginia Woolf
He who does not answer the questions has passed the test.
— Franz Kafka
Kitty Kraus | Untitled | 2006
I looked around at the rooms that I did not see as rooms but more as a landscape for my emotions, a biography of memory.
— Anne Spollen
What I needed seemed to be absent everywhere.
— Charles Bukowski
Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.
— Rumi
The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art.
— Junot Díaz
Because I know that time is always time. And place is always and only place. And what is actual is actual only for one time. And only for one place.
— T. S. Eliot
David Guttenfelder; Life in the Cult of Kim
Yet you still value the things you've lost the most. Because the things you've lost are still perfect in your head. They never rusted. They never broke. They are made of the memories you once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day by day. They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still existing. Of being real. Of having flaws. Of breaking and deteriorating. Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect.
— Iain Thomas
Far too many people are looking for the right person, instead of trying to be the right person.
— Gloria Steinem
Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.
— Ernest Hemingway
Sensuality has been known to overcome even the most rational of buildings. [...] Architecture is the ultimate erotic act. Carry it to excess and it will reveal both the traces of reason and the sensual experience of space. Simultaneously.
— Bernard Tschumi
Ludwig Mies van der Rohe at work ...
She felt that she wanted to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding.
— Virginia Woolf
When I see a film and I like it, I want to share my enthusiasm for it with others. There is so little in this modern commercial world that is really and truly exciting. That it's very important for me that those little fragments of beauty, of paradise, are brought to the attention of friends and strangers equally.
— Jonas Mekas
Donatas Banionis
* 28.04.1924 - † 04.09.2014
You mean more to me than any scientific truth.
— Kris Kelvin; in Solaris, directed by Andrei Tarkovsky in 1972
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And, indeed, I will ask on my own account here, an idle question: Which is better — cheap happiness or exalted sufferings? Well, which is better?
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.
— Jane Austen
It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.
— Gabriel García Márquez;
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Everything depends on how near you sleep to me.
— Leonard Cohen
Ein erstaunliches Mischwesen aus Metal und Progressive […] Sunn O))) […] haben ihre Palette durch Streicher, Hörner und Chöre ergänzt — was eine zutiefst progressive Geste ist. Sie erforschen hier Jazz, Klassik und Kammermusik.
— Steven Wilson
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Every time I use my instincts, I win. Every time I think too much, I lose.
— Alber Elbaz
Otto Sander | Nick Cave
Der Himmel über Berlin, dir. by Wim Wenders in 1987
The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that's not the one. When you meet your soul mate you'll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.
— Monica Drake
We are not a set of private meanings that we can choose or not choose to make public to others. We are the sum of our visible gestures. We are as available to others as to ourselves. Our gestures are themselves formed by the public world, by its conventions, its language, the repertory of its emotions, from which we learn our own. It is no accident that the work of Morris and Serra was being made at the time when novelists in France were declaring, "I do not write. I am written".
— Rosalind E. Krauss
