#real

I am the soul in limbo. ↗

Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#fairy-tale #magical-realism #realism #art

I realized that the longing for art, like the longing for love, is a malady that blinds us, and makes us forget the things we already know, obscuring reality. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#longing #love #reality #art

What we really want to do is what we are really meant to do. When we do what we are meant to do, money comes to us, doors open for us, we feel useful, and the work we do feels like play to us. ↗

— Julia Cameron

#doors #feel #feels #like #meant

And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#dreamlike #surreal #love

The first question sobbed out by his choking voice, oppressed with emotion, was-- "Where is she?" They led him to the room where his mother sat. They had told her of her son's acquittal, and now she was laughing, and crying, and talking, and giving way to all those feelings which she had restrained with such effort during the last few days. They brought her son to her, and she threw herself upon his neck, weeping there. He returned her embrace, but looked around, beyond. Excepting his mother, there was no one in the room but the friends who had entered with him. "Eh, lad!" she said, when she found voice to speak. "See what it is to have behaved thysel! I could put in a good word for thee, and the jury could na go and hang thee in the face of th' character I gave thee. Was na it a good thing they did na keep me from Liverpool? But I would come; I knew I could do thee good, bless thee, my lad. But thou'rt very white, and all of a tremble." He kissed her again and again, but looking round as if searching for some one he could not find, the first words he uttered were still-- "Where is she? ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#love #realization #relief #love

Love is like building a wall with two bricks and a ton of wind. Obviously you and your lover are bricks.  ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

Love can be found anyone. Love's timing sucks nor does it care about situations. It's in us all. It makes fools out of us all. ↗

— Kristal McKerrington

#kristal-mckerrington #life #love #quotes #realization

As beautiful as the chance encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on an operating table. ↗

— Comte de Lautréamont

#beauty

Its oke to be sad. I've been trained to love my darkness ↗