Den eigenen Namen auf irgendein Werk zu setzen, sichert niemandem das Anrecht auf Erinnerung, denn wer weiß, ob nicht gerade die besten spurlos verschwunden sind.
— W. G. Sebald
Den eigenen Namen auf irgendein Werk zu setzen, sichert niemandem das Anrecht auf Erinnerung, denn wer weiß, ob nicht gerade die besten spurlos verschwunden sind.
— W. G. Sebald
A bond between souls is ancient — older than the planet.
— Dianna Hardy
Leonard Cohen, You want it darker;
Remix by Paul Kalkbrenner
The excellence of every art is its intensity.
― John Keats
Early Layout for: Rick Owens: Furniture, 2017
Don't remember me. Feel me. The less you think me, the more you love me.
— Julia de Burgos
Equinoxe; revisited.
So it's always a process of letting go, one way or another.
— Charles Bukowski
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Everything you did not understand has made you what you are.
— Charles Simic
Anything can happen in life, especially nothing.
— Michel Houellebecq
They're so electric in Dazzledorf ...
He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.
— Madeline Miller
Confusion is a sign of vast embracing. Don't be anxious about it. Later, you will make the synthesis. First take in, understand, love everything. It's good.
— Mossèn Cinto Verdaguer
[Feel the Juche; thank.]
Memory is a lonely observer.
— Charles Wright
Udo Kier; als Baron Tante Teufel
Egomania - Insel ohne Hoffnung;
inszeniert von Christoph Schlingensief, 1986
We never love anyone. We love only our idea of what someone is like. We love an idea of our own; in short, it is ourselves that we love.
— Fernando Pessoa
/// Form is temporary, class is permanent.
The person you think of when you stand in front of the ocean. That's the person you're in love with.
— Colleen Michel
Wir sind bereit.
Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
— D. H. Lawrence
The perfect journey is no need to go.
— A. R. Ammons
Richard Serra | Wake | 2003
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And certainly the history of public sculpture has been disastrous but that doesn't mean it ought not to continue and the only way it even has a chance to continue is if the work gets out into the public.
— Richard Serra
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
— Rainer Maria Rilke