I Long For A Large Room To Myself, With Books And Nothing Else, Where I Can Shut Myself Up, And See No
I long for a large room to myself, with books and nothing else, where I can shut myself up, and see no one, and read myself into peace.
Virginia Woolf, Letter to Violet Dickinson
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Increase and widen your desires till nothing but reality can fulfill them. It is not desired that is wrong, but its narrowness and smallness. Desire is devotion. By all means be devoted to the real, the infinite, the eternal heart of being. Transform desire into love. All you want is to be happy. All your desires, whatever they may be, are expressions of your longing for happiness. Basically, you wish yourself well
- Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
I love the idea of jewelry being passed down in a family. The stories that it tells, the bodies that have worn them. I find it so simple yet so pure.
Athenais by John William Godward (1908)
La Proie du vent (1927)
Kurt Vonnegut, from Mother Night; "Chapter Six Hundred & Fourty Three,"
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Anaïs Nin, from the diary of Anais Nin, vol. VI: 1955-1966
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