vanengraph:

Dostoyevsky Demons - process

-2014

I keep trying to convey something which cannot be conveyed, to explain something which cannot be explained, something in my bones, which can only be experienced in the same bones. In essence it might be nothing more than that fear of the greatest things as well as the smallest, fear, convulsive fear of pronouncing a single word. On the other hand, maybe this fear isn’t simply fear, but also longing for something greater than anything that can aspire fear. Only I am at fault, because there is too little truth on my part, still far too little truth, still mostly lies, lies told out of fear of myself and fear of people. This pitcher was broken long before it went to the well. And now I am keeping my mouth shut in order to stick with the truth a little. Lying is horrible, there is no worse mental agony. Therefore I beg you: let me be silent.
— Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena   (via homo-infimus)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

 

Emily Brontë's diary, 1837 - The British Library →

vintageanchorbooks:

Emily Bronte created this diary paper on this day in 1837, when she was 18 years old. Queen Victoria had ascended the throne six days earlier, and Emily moves seamlessly from mentioning Victoria to describing the fictional Emperor and Empress of Gondal who are ‘preparing to depart for the coronation’. The paper is a typical Brontë concoction: a mix of vivid fact and fiction.

 cantess:

mañanas by rustedbox on Flickr.

cantess:

mañanas by rustedbox on Flickr.

 inbookgeeks:

Does this happen to you too?

inbookgeeks:

Does this happen to you too?

 thomerama:

Jean-Pierre Gibrat

thomerama:

Jean-Pierre Gibrat

 bookpatrol:

Open Book 
Sculpture by Paul Reimer, 2012.
Lives outside the Castlegar Library in British Columbia

bookpatrol:

Open Book

Sculpture by Paul Reimer, 2012.

Lives outside the Castlegar Library in British Columbia

The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.
 i-love-art:

marianna sztyma 
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I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
Franz Kafka (via iwanderaimlessly)
 endlesslibraries:

Library of the Literary and Historical Society of Quebec (by x)

endlesslibraries:

Library of the Literary and Historical Society of Quebec (by x)

Need a whole new syntax for fatigue on days like this,’
— David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest. (via love—literature)
 solar-aestheticss:

Ilya Glazunov,  Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky

solar-aestheticss:

Ilya Glazunov,  Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky

 my-aeipathy:

433 by _rei* on Flickr.

my-aeipathy:

433 by _rei* on Flickr.