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"So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us - that’s snatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completely changed people with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness."
— The Sputnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami (via kari-shma)
(Source: kari-shma, via quote-book)
"Yet no matter how deeply I go down into myself
My God is dark, and like a webbing made
Of a hundred roots, that drink in silence."
My God is dark, and like a webbing made
Of a hundred roots, that drink in silence."
—
Selected Poems // Rainer Maria Rilke
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"Be humble for you are made of earth.
Be noble for you are made of stars."
Be noble for you are made of stars."
— Serbian proverb (via theorthodoxheretic)
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