live simple, breath, love
Nous sommes dans le magnifique Sud de la France pour quelques jours et nous avons fait une étape à Arles pour son festival de photographie… et ses jolies rues. • We are in the beautiful South of France for a few days and we made a stop in Arles for its photography festival… and its pretty streets. @rencontresarles
I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.
Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
Our current mental-hygiene philosophy stresses the idea that people ought to be happy, that unhappiness is a symptom of maladjustment. Such a value system might be responsible for the fact that the burden of unavoidable unhappiness is increased by unhappiness about being unhappy.
Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.
Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
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