“Study me as much as you like, you will never know me, for i differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be. put yourself behind my eyes, and see me as i see myself, for i have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.”—Rumi (via bloodisthenewblackk)
The long read: The greatest museum of Picasso’s works has been engulfed by scandal and crisis. Closed for the past five years, it is finally ready to reopen its doors to the public. But has the bitter struggle for Picasso’s legacy been resolved?
“It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.”—Mary Oliver (via jennifercoynequdeen)
“The school was a mill, whose purpose was to grind you into its product. Every subject shrank to fit inside the exam questions, even—especially—the books we read in English class. We were supposed to be grateful to have been selected for this grinding, and most of the girls were grateful.”—In Tessa Hadley’s short story, “Clever Girl,” a student reflects on her first week of high school. (via newyorker)
“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.”— Cesare Pavese
“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 of them for reality
and never allow the world within
to assert itself.”—Herman Hesse (via chimneyfish)
It was possible, he understood, for a person’s life to become just a long series of mistakes, and that the end, when it came, was just one more instance in a chain of bad choices. The thing was, most of these mistakes were actually borrowed from other people. You took their bad ideas and, for whatever reason, made them your own.
“Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back — in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you.”—Frederick Buechner