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Leave me to my own absurdity.
Sophocles, Antigone (via wordsnquotes)

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Correction does much, but encouragement does more.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via nihilist1901)
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via theliteraryjournals)
Is clair de lune a song or an artist? I looked it up on spotify bc thats a sweet name but a lot of artists came up
the song by debussy !
Omg what
This is unbelievable 😐
Bear patiently, my heart - for you have suffered heavier things.
Homer, The Iliad (via wordsnquotes)

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Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.
David Hume (via philosophybits)
There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)
In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.
Friedrich Nietzsche (via wordsnquotes)
“Those who have abandoned God cling that much more firmly to the faith in morality.”
—F. Nietzsche, The Will to Power, §18 (excerpt).
Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.
Sartre (via nihilist1901)

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Man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau (via philosophybits)
…Years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute.
Edgar Allan Poe, “To M–” (via thelovejournals)
And in the end, we were all just humans drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Clair De Lune
Clair de Lune is without a doubt my favorite of Debussy’s compositions. The piece was written to reflect the emotions one experiences while experiencing the moonlight. It is written in A B A form for piano. The A part begins the piece, soft and light, the B part fills in all the empty spaces with flurries of notes and increases the dynamics. The B melody provided a contrast to the A part, using a wide range of movement and intensity while A maintains its soft and light elements. At the end of A, the piano plays chords in way that imitates the sounds of a harp, giving the listener a true depiction of what the moonlight evokes.
Look kids! Another one!

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“Christianity is criminality par excellence; the crime against life.”
—F. Nietzsche, Ecce Homo, “Why I Am a Destiny” §7 (excerpt).
Ah! como Gervásio tinha razão, como eu no fundo abominava essa gente - /os artistas/. Isto é, os falsos artistas cuja obra se encerra nas suas atitudes; que falam petulantemente, que se mostram complicados de sentidos e apetites, artificiais, irritantes, intoleráveis. Enfim, que são os exploradores da arte apenas no que ela tem de falso e de exterior.
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