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there are wounds that wait

for the heart to dress them

○ Etel Adnan

Ph. Elliott Erwitt

#elliott erwitt #life

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Hello dusk!

Why is light emotional?

○ Anne Carson, H of H Playbook

Ph. Unknown, Kiev, 2022

#ukraine #city #life #difficult choice #philosophy

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To go into the dark with a light

is to know the light.

To know the dark, go dark, go without sight.

And find that the dark too blooms and sings,

and is travelled by dark feet and dark wings.

○ Wendell Berry

Ph. Unknown, Kiev, 2022

#ukraine #city #life

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In my corner of the world,

killing is a love language.

○Tathève Simonyan

Ph. Nemo_0770 (Денис Казанский), Mariupol, Lomizova street, 17

#difficult choice #life #city #philosophy #ukraine

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flowers are better than bullets - цветы лучше пуль.

#Ukraine #music #video #philosophy #difficult choice #Youtube

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I have the feeling that anything is possible.

The year begins in the month of October.

○ Patrick Modiano, In the café of lost youth

Ph. Kate Lapszynski

#patrick modiano #Kate Lapszynski #flowers

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Un temps viendra où malgré toutes les douleurs nous serons légers, joyeux et véridiques.

© Albert Camus à Maria Casarès

Ph. Kristen Rickert

#albert camus #Kristen Rickert #flowers #window #woman #life

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For we are like tree trunks in the snow. In appearance they lie smoothly and a little push should be enough to set them rolling. No, it can't be done, for they are firmly wedded to the ground.

But see, even that is only appearance.

© Franz Kafka, The trees

Ph. Ernst Haas, Displaced Persons, 1951

#franz kafka #Ernst Haas #life

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Loneliness will never leave you alone...

© Bologna

Ph. Don McCullin, Confessions Vietnam

#bologna #don mccullin #life

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Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

© Charles Bukowski

Ph. Georgi Zelma, Volgograd, 1970

#charles bukowski #Georgi Zelma #city

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Only the train of memories runs on a disused railroad!

© Mehmet Murat ildan

Ph. Gianni Berengo Gardin, The little train of Val Gardena Ortisei, 1958

#mehmet murat ildan #Gianni Berengo Gardin #My way

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The very last thing will be an image, not a word:

the words die before the pictures ...

© Christa Wolf

Ph. Eduardo Gageiro

#christa wolf #eduardo gageiro #life #Difficult choice

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For you

I have saved poems

under

my skin.

© Sanober Khan

Mariupol, 2022

#sanober khan #ukraine #mariupol #city

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It doesn't take a lot of strength to hang on.

It takes a lot of strength to let go.

© J. C. Watts

Ph. Unknown

#J. C. Watts #life

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I catch the pattern

Of your silence

Before you speak

I do not need

To hear a word.

In your silence

Every tone I seek

Is heard.

© Langston Hughes

Ph. Oliver Takac

#langston hughes #Oliver Takac #woman #flowers #window

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To hear never-heard sounds,

To see never-seen colors and shapes,

To try to understand the

imperceptible

Power pervading the world;

To fly and find pure ethereal

substances

That are not of matter

But of that invisible soul pervading reality.

To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;

To be a lantern in the darkness

Or an umbrella in a stormy day;

To feel much more than know.

To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;

To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;

To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;

To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets

Of crazy cities watching, watching,

and watching.

To be a smile on the face of a woman

And shine in her memory

As a moment saved without planning.

© Dejan Stojanovic

Ukraine, Mariupol, 2022

#dejan stojanovic #ukraine #mariupol #city

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I wanted to ask you about your vision of perfection in an imperfect world,

or what side of the earth calls out to you when you touch a physical globe,

or maybe about your greatest heartache and how you still go on as your world continues turning,

or what you do with a memory once lodged inside your bones that's still breathing, and burning.

© Victoria Erickson

Ph. Unknown

#victoria erickson #flowers #My illusion