#aw

It was the drawing that led me to architecture, the search for light and astonishing forms. ↗

— Oscar Niemeyer

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When I was very little my mother said I used to draw in the air with my fingers. I needed a pencil. Once I could hold one, I have drawn every day since. ↗

— Oscar Niemeyer

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In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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Great indebtedness does not make men grateful, but vengeful; and if a little charity is not forgotten, it turns into a gnawing worm. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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When one does away with oneself one does the most estimable thing possible: one thereby almost deserves to live. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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Ideas are elusive, slippery things. Best to keep a pad of paper and a pencil at your bedside, so you can stab them during the night before they get away. ↗

— Earl Nightingale

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As might be supposed, my parents were quite poor, but we somehow never seemed to lack anything we needed, and I never saw a trace of discontent or a failure in cheerfulness over their lot in life, as indeed over anything. ↗

— Albert J. Nock

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I sometimes lie awake at night trying to think of something funny that Richard Nixon said. ↗

— Lyn Nofziger

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The gaps are the thing. The gaps are the spirit's one home, the altitudes and latitudes so dazzlingly spare and clean that the spirit can discover itself like a once-blind man unbound. The gaps are the clefts in the rock where you cower to see the back parts of God; they are fissures between mountains and cells the wind lances through, the icy narrowing fiords splitting the cliffs of mystery. Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock—more than a maple—universe. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#beauty #spirituality #universe #beauty