“Su talento era tan natural como el dibujo que forma el polvillo en un ala de mariposa. Hubo un tiempo en que él no se entendía a sí mismo como no se entiende la mariposa, y no se daba cuenta cuando su talento estaba magullado o estropeado. Más tarde tomó conciencia de sus vulneradas alas y de cómo estaban hechas, y aprendió a pensar pero no supo ya volar, porque había perdido el amor al vuelo y no sabía hacer más que recordar los tiempos en que volaba sin esfuerzo”.
(Source: kaavranj, via oh-crystalball)
"We don’t, of course, anymore perceive reality, but instead the representation of reality in television. Our experiential horizon is very limited. What we know of the world is little more than the mediated world, the image. We have no reality, but a derivative of reality, which is extremely dangerous, most certainly from a political standpoint but in a larger sense to our ability to have a palpable sense of the truth of everyday experience."
- Haneke
"I am myself. That is not enough."
- Sylvia Plath (via sulkingsouls)
(Source: rnelancholyminds, via sexcake)
"La vida oscila, pues, como un péndulo entre el sufrimiento y el tedio"
"Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters. They never ask: ‘What does his voice sound like?’ ‘What games does he like best?’ ‘Does he collect butterflies?’ They ask: ‘How old is he?’ ‘How many brothers does he have?’ ‘How much does he weigh?’ ‘How much money does he have?’ Only then do they think they know him. If you tell grown-ups, ‘I saw a beautiful red brick house, with geraniums at the windows and doves at the roof…,’ they won’t be able to imagine such a house. You have to tell them, ‘I saw a house worth a thousand francs.’ Then they exclaim, ‘What a pretty house!’"
- The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via adieufranz)
(Source: ontothawin, via adieufranz)
