#so

There is no greater sorrow Than to recall a happy time When miserable. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#italian-medieval-poetry #nostalgia #À-la-recherche-du-temps-perdu #sorrow

Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#sorrow

Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy. ↗

— Leo Buscaglia

#never #only #robs #saps #sorrow

There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them. ↗

— Greta Garbo

#cheapen #heart #inside #joys #many

There was nothing sweet or gentle in our last kiss; it was filled with sorrow and desperation, of the bitter knowledge that we could've had something perfect, but it just wasn't meant to be. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#sorrow

You were the one who taught me," he said. "I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling. I became a hero to serve you, and all that is like you. ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#heroes #sorrow

Cuando una persona se configura para expresarse en 140 caracteres, cuando se habitúa al dicterio o al insulto, pierde capacidad para la argumentación, que es la médula del pensamiento. ↗

— Fernando Savater

#lenguaje #sociedad #twitter #twitter

If there were a party of those who aren't sure they're right, I'd belong to it. ~(Camus, as quoted by Tony Judt) ↗

— Albert Camus

#ethics #philosophy #tony-judt #ethics

Venus of Willendorf carries her cave with her. She is blind, masked. Her ropes of corn-row hair look forward to the invention agriculture. She has a furrowed brow. Her facelessness is the impersonality of primitive sex and religion. There is no psychology or identity yet, because there is no society, no cohesion. Men cower and scatter at the blast of the elements. Venus of Willendorf is eyeless because nature can be seen but not known. She is remote even as she kills and creates. The statuette, so overflowing and protuberant, is ritually invisible. She stifles the eye. She is the cloud of archaic night. ↗

— Camille Paglia

#sexual-personae #the-birth-of-the-western-eye #art

Philosophy can make people sick. ↗

— Aristotle

#ethics