Midnight Snow Scene,1912. Gustave Adolph Hoffman. Etching

Swim In The Rain
Hector Zavala

I come here so much I made my own path

"I learned…that inspiration does not come like a bolt, nor is it kinetic, energetic striving, but it comes into us slowly and quietly and all the time, though we must regularly and every day give it a little chance to start flowing, prime it with a little solitude and idleness."

- Brenda Ueland (via observando)

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“Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel a whisper, or the wave of a whisper, undulating down”
The Lovely Bones (2009)Peter Jackson

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"There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it. It is the same tantalizing sensation when you almost remember a name, but don’t quite reach it. I can feel it when I think of human beings, of the hints of evolution suggested by the removal of wisdom teeth, the narrowing of the jaw no longer needed to chew such roughage as it was accustomed to; the gradual disappearance of hair from the human body; the adjustment of the human eye to the fine print, the swift, colored motion of the twentieth century. The feeling comes, vague and nebulous, when I consider the prolonged adolescence of our species; the rites of birth, marriage and death; all the primitive, barbaric ceremonies streamlined to modern times. Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best. Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I’ll laugh. And then I’ll know what life is."

- Sylvia Plath (via fernsandmoss)


Winslow Homer, Northeaster (details), 1895, oil on canvas

"Why are we here, that is the question… In this immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting."

- Smauel Beckett, Waiting for Godot  (via whyallcaps)

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"That’s what we all do: endlessly take the long way around."

- Haruki Murakami, Yesterday (via sifflet)

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