November 2011
“I loathe the happiness of all these people who don’t know they’re unhappy. Their human life is full of what, in a true sensibility, would produce a surfeit of anxieties. But since their true life is a vegetative, their sufferings come and go without touching their soul.”
—Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, 313. (via carlylelake)
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“Dreams, memories, the sacred—they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.”
—Yukio Mishima, Spring Snow (via nirvikalpa)
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