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Time is
Too slow for those who Wait,
Too swift for those who Fear,
Too long for those who Grieve,
Too short for those who Rejoice,
But for those who Love,
Time is not.
Henry van Dyke, “Time Is”
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“The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home…”
Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (via liquidnight)
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“I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found…”
John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America (via liquidnight)
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She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxicabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.
Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (via liquidnight)
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As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know.
Carl Gustav Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections (via liquidnight)
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I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in the work—the chance to find yourself. Your own reality—for yourself, not for others—what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.
Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness (via liquidnight)
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The Edge… There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels (via liquidnight)