July 2011
27 posts
Words,: Perspective →
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I can’t be sure if meetings among two ordinary people are to be called fate or coincidence. Because the world is as large as it is but it could be as small as it can get. Chances are, two souls are never going to meet again when they part. Unless some force happen to pull them together, causing…
you sit, quitely in a corner, looking at somewhere you can never go back
“Whenever I start thinking of my love for a person, I am in the habit of immediately drawing radii from my love - from my heart, from the tender nucleus of a personal matter- to monstrously remote points of the universe. Something impels me to measure the consciousness of my love against such unimaginable and incalculable things as the behaviour of nebulae(whose very remoteness seems a form of insanity), the dreadful pitfalls of eternity, the unknowledgeable beyond the unknown, the helplessness, the cold, the sickening involutions and interpenetrations of space and time.”
—Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory (via bookmania)
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