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Talking to yourself — that's actually more listening than speaking.
— Wim Wenders
[Feel the Juche; thank.]
The art is not one of forgetting but letting go. And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss.
— Rebecca Solnit
People leave in so many different ways. People go nuts. They abandon you. They stop liking you. They get lost in their own worlds and they never come back. Or they simply give up. And yes, they die.
— Douglas Coupland
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Lonely, ain't it? Yes. But my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain't that something? A secondhand lonely.
— Toni Morrison
This is no world for gentle people.
― Yasunari Kawabata
[Heavy rotation.]
Das sind die Thorheiten einer Regierung, die weder zu einer Außenpolitik, noch zu einer Strategie fähig ist.
— Peter Scholl-Latour
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What if UFOs are just billionaires from other planets?
Attack life, it's going to kill you anyway.
— Steve McQueen
Ralf Hütter, 75
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Instead of wondering when your next vacation is, maybe you set up a life you don't need to escape from.
— Seth Godin
I know you're tired, but come, this is the way.
— Rumi
Mark Rothko, Rothko Chapel, Houston, USA, 1971
Cenatio Principalis, Domus Aurea, Rom, Italien, 64 - 104
I'm interested only in expressing basic human emotions — tragedy, ecstasy, doom and so on — and the fact that lots of people break down and cry when confronted with my pictures shows that I communicate those basic human emotions [...]. The people who weep before my pictures are having the same religious experience I had when I painted them. And if you, as you say, are moved only by their color relationships, then you miss the point.
— Mark Rothko
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We create eternity from scraps of time.
— Anna Kamienska
What are you thinking? the girl asked. Nothing. You have to think something. I was just feeling.
— Ernest Hemingway
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A work of art works because it is true, not because it is real.
— Yann Martel
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Suspiria
There is no perfection, only life.
— Milan Kundera
I have pasts inside me I did not bury properly.
— Ijeoma Umebinyuo
Where are we really going? Home, always back home.
— Novalis
[…] my only cure for the loneliness I go through: More.
— Franz Wright