#be

Good art wounds as well as delights. It must, because our defenses against the truth are wound so tightly around us. But as art chips away at our defenses, it also opens us to healing potentialities that transcend intellectual games and ego-preserving strategies. ↗

— Rollo May

#beauty #existentialism #art

Perhaps the world's second worst crime is boredom. The first is being a bore. ↗

— Jean Baudrillard

#bore #boredom #crime #first #perhaps

I'll write maybe one long paragraph describing the events, then a page or two breaking the events into chapters, and then reams of pages delving into my characters. After that, I'm ready to begin. ↗

— Anne Tyler

#begin #breaking #chapters #characters #delving

It is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are. ↗

— Jean Baudrillard

#ask #forced #liberated #once #same

There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each. This is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but also the possibility of playing double or quits with the share you hold in the other's heart. ↗

— Jean Baudrillard

#also #between #capital #double #each

We shall never resolve the enigma of the relation between the negative foundations of greatness and that greatness itself. ↗

— Jean Baudrillard

#enigma #foundations #greatness #itself #negative

It only takes a politician believing in what he says for the others to stop believing him. ↗

— Jean Baudrillard

#him #only #others #politician #says

I can't bear the thought of my mother having to push me around in a wheelchair. I'd rather die quickly. ↗

— Felix Baumgartner

#bear #die #having #i #me

I started skydiving because I loved the idea of freedom. ↗

— Felix Baumgartner

#freedom #i #idea #loved #skydiving

People give flowers as presents because flowers contain the true meaning of love. Anyone tries to possess a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower on a field, you will keep it forever, because the flower is part of the evening and the sunset and the smell of damp earth and the clouds on the horizon. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#invisible #love #moon #mystery #passion