Why shouldn’t art be pretty? There are enough unpleasant things in the world.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir


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Whoever is out of patience is out of possession of his soul.
Sir Francis Bacon (via denisforkas)

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Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.
Unknown (via unplesant)

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Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via blue-voids)

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If there’s a thing, a scene, maybe, an image that you want to see real bad, that you need to see but it doesn’t exist in the world around you, at least not in the form that you envision, then you create it so that you can look at it and have it around, or show it to other people who wouldn’t have imagined it because they perceive reality in a more narrow, predictable way. And that’s it. That’s all an artist does.
Tom Robbins via: Whiskey River. (via crashinglybeautiful)
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It wasn’t about believing this or that, it wasn’t even about good and evil and right and wrong, it was about finding the strength to bear the discomfort that came with being in the world.
Mark Haddon from The Red House (via ingeniosa)

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There is a close link between insomnia and despair. The loss of hope comes with the loss of sleep. The difference between paradise and hell: you can always sleep in paradise, never in hell.
E. M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair, trans. Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston (via proustitute)
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Apparently he (Pletnev) said to one of my collegues when being handed of the flowers: ‘Save them for your funeral.’
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You are so terribly nimble, so clever. I distrust your cleverness. You make a wonderful pattern, everything is in its place, it looks convincingly clear, too clear. And meanwhile, where are you? Not on the clear surface of your ideas, but you have already sunk deeper, into darker regions, so that one only thinks one has been given all your thoughts, one only imagines you have emptied yourself in that clarity. But there are layers and layers — you’re bottomless, unfathomable. Your clearness is deceptive. You are the thinker who arouses most confusion in me, most doubt, most disturbance.
Anaïs Nin

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