blanchefordubois:

"My Dears… Happiness consists of being able to tell the truth without hurting anyone."

 

 

"Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love."

(via nameineisedww)

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"From which stars have we fallen to meet each other here?"

Friedrich Nietzsche, excerpt from a letter to Lou Salomé  (via anttliae)

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wonderous-world:

This heart-warming display of affection took place in Port Lockroy, a natural harbour in the Antarctic Peninsula. It was captured on camera by professional photographer Silviu Ghetie. The pair stand hand in hand appearing to stare out at the dramatic vista of the frozen Antarctic landscape and even get the cold shoulder from a passerby. Then, still holding each other, they wander down to the icy waters and the rest of their friends.

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     No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.  
     -   Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini

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"If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another’s well-being is more important than one’s own."

Lost In Time, Melissa De La Cruz (via wonderingrocks)

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ingmarbergman-rare:

Ingmar Bergman with his daughter Linn Ullmann on the set of Autumn Sonata 1978

theniftyfifties:

Audrey Hepburn in Paris, March 1955.

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"Bien sûr je te ferai mal. Bien sûr tu me feras mal. Bien sûr nous aurons mal. Mais ça, c’est la condition de l’existence. Se faire printemps, c’est prendre le risque de l’hiver. Se faire présent, c’est prendre le risque de l’absence… C’est à mon risque de peine que je connais ma joie."

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince (via thesummerofsam)

tarkovskologist:

The Sacrifice (Offret) Andrei Tarkovsky,1986.