Sometimes . . .

“The bonds between ourselves and another person exists only in our minds. Memory as it grows fainter loosens them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we want to be duped and which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we dupe other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature who cannot escape from himself, who knows other people only in himself, and when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.”

– Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time (via whyallcaps)

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Daughter tells her Dad he’s going to be a Grandpa [x]

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Hayao Miyazaki

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“We can be joyful for people we love, for moments of goodness, for sunlight and trees, and for the very breath within our lungs. Like an innocent child, we can rejoice in life itself, in being alive.”

Jack Kornfield, - The Wise Heart

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“From outside one will always triumphantly impress theories upon the world and then fall straight into the ditch one has dug, but only from inside will one keep oneself and the world quiet and true.”

– Franz Kafka (via whyallcaps)

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“The tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes never! You’re asked an unexpected question, you don’t even flinch, it takes just a second to get yourself under control, you know just what you have to say to hide the truth, and you speak very convincingly, and nothing in your face twitches to give you away. But the truth, alas, has been disturbed by the question, and it rises up from the depths of your soul to flicker in your eyes and all is lost.”

–  Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita (via ii-sm)

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Mon oncle d’amerique (Alain Resnais, 1980)

Mon oncle d’amerique (Alain Resnais, 1980)

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butterflies can’t see their own wings and don’t know how beautiful they are. people are like butterflies

butterflies can’t see their own wings and don’t know how beautiful they are. people are like butterflies

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“If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.”

– Thich Nhat Hanh (via thecalminside)

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