Showing posts with label self. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self. Show all posts

17 January 2014

Comforting isolation


«The isolation of that place was total, yet it was strangely comforting. As she turned off the car’s engine, the silence immediately filled every vacant space in her heart and mind.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10

«There is a solitude, which each and every one of us has always carried with him, more inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains, more profound than the midnight sea; the solitude of self. Our inner being, which we call ourself, no eye nor touch of man or angel has ever pierced.»
                                                                                       Elizabeth Cady Stanton 



(via Colossal)

18 January 2013

Owning yourself


«As he walked down the street his body language revealed someone who knew exactly what he wanted, and most of all, someone who knew where he was going. Yet, if one did not look carefully to this frail man with shabby clothes and worn out boots, could easily overlook the strength that burst out from all his pores, which anticipated the unsuspicious treasures he carried inside him.»
                                                 By Raquel R. in Short Story number 4

«The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.»
                                                                                             Friedrich Nietzsche


                                                         (via thekidshouldseethis)

17 January 2013

«We wear the mask»


«While he roamed the streets, looking for a place to sleep, the moon and the stars were his only company, for everybody had left the stage, in which they were forced to juggle their props and wear their masks, to seek refuge in their conventional hideouts.»
                                                 By Raquel R. in Short Story number 4

“We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.” 
                                                                                              Andre Berthiaume

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