theswingingsixties:

Marianne Faithfull, 1960s.

theswingingsixties:

Marianne Faithfull, 1960s.

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Here I became aware of the world’s tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation, and I realized that the joy I sought in you was not only secreted within you, but breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic yet tender drone of the wind, in the autumn clouds bloated with rain. I realized that the world does not represent a struggle at all, or a predaceous sequence of chance events, but the shimmering bliss, beneficent trepidation, a gift bestowed upon us and unappreciated.
- Vladimir Nabokov, “Beneficience” in The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov 

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We’re not something, but we’re not nothing.
- Unknown

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Some hearts understand each other, even in silence.
- Yasmin Mogahed

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nostalgiedelaboue:

Henri Matisse sculpting in bed

nostalgiedelaboue:

Henri Matisse sculpting in bed

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A house full of scraps of poems, unused ideas. A nest of thoughts, the wood chips from an industrious carpenter of the word. Their abundance, like froth, around my existence, excess, boiling over. I don’t know why I sentenced this or that poem to non-being, to silence; why I wrote down this, but not that thought. All froth.
- Anna Kamienska, from Industrious Amazement: A Notebook

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mimbeau:

Paris - Gare St Lazare The last train1958. Christian Lemaire

mimbeau:

Paris - Gare St Lazare The last train
1958. Christian Lemaire

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