The things we see,” Pistorius said softly, “are the same things that are within us. There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself. You can be happy that way. But once you know the other interpretation you no longer have the choice of following the crowd. Sinclair, the majority’s path is an easy one, ours is difficult.
Demian by Herman Hesse
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Charles Bukowski : The Genius Of The Crowd

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Charles Bukowski : The Genius Of The Crowd


Raquel Welch with Salvador Dali in 1965.

Raquel Welch with Salvador Dali in 1965.

Every miserable fool who has nothing at all of which he can be proud, adopts as a last resource pride in the nation to which he belongs; he is ready and happy to defend all its faults and follies tooth and nail, thus reimbursing himself for his own inferiority.
Jup, Arthur said it!
There is no reality except the one contained within us. That’s why so many people live an unreal life. They take images outside them for reality and never allow the world within them to assert itself.
HERMANN HESS (via drifterdax)
You needed love, but not the kind of love most people used and were used up by.
Charles Bukowski (via iamyoursuppressedthoughts)
Better to die on one’s feet than to live on one’s knees
Jean Paul Sartre (via staunchreality)
We are healed from suffering only by experiencing it to the full.
Marcel Proust (via ahnuhlycious)
I want a trouble-maker for a lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame,
Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate,
Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.

From Rumi’s Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi

Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).

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