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entheognosis · 3 days
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I have a theory that the moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
I have tried this experiment a thousand times and I have never been disappointed. The more I look at a thing, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I want to see. It is like peeling an onion. There is always another layer, and another, and another. And each layer is more beautiful than the last.
This is the way I look at the world. I don't see it as a collection of objects, but as a vast and mysterious organism. I see the beauty in the smallest things, and I find wonder in the most ordinary events. I am always looking for the hidden meaning, the secret message. I am always trying to understand the mystery of life.
I know that I will never understand everything, but that doesn't stop me from trying. I am content to live in the mystery, to be surrounded by the unknown. I am content to be a seeker, a pilgrim, a traveler on the road to nowhere.
Henry Miller
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strykerlancer · 22 hours
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— Henry Miller, from a letter to Anais Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller.
[Text ID: Give me a few days of peace in your arms-I need it terribly. I'm ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.]
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askhenrymiller · 1 day
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HE IS REAL, PLUSH MILLER IS REAL
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-Dr. Henry Miller
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ikurko · 1 day
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sacredwhores · 9 hours
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"Every living man is a museum that houses the horrors of the race. Each man adds a new wing to the museum."
Henry Miller, Black Spring
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typewriter-worries · 9 months
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I'll Eat You Up, I Love You So
A Primer For the Small Weird Loves, Richard Siken | The Embrace II, Ron Hicks | Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love,” The Unexpurgated Diary (1931-1932) of Anaïs Nin, Henry Miller (@theoptia) | the night belongs to lovers, Ilaria Ratti | Dark. Sweet.: New & Selected Poems, Linda Hogan (@feral-ballad) | Intimacy, Angelica Alzona | Shame is an Ocean I Swim Across, Mary Lambert (@synbeam) | The Kiss, Edvard Munch | Summer Morn in New Hampshire, Claude McKay
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sfsolstice · 20 days
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Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller, d. March 26, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
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metamorphesque · 11 months
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— Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
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gnossienne · 8 months
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from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller (1932-1953)
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petaltexturedskies · 2 months
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To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle.
Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
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stay-close · 3 months
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Don't look away. Look straight at everything. Look it all in the eye, good and bad.
Henry Miller
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thoughtkick · 7 months
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Don't look away. Look straight at everything. Look it all in the eye, good and bad.
Henry Miller
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thehopefulquotes · 5 months
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Don't look away. Look straight at everything. Look it all in the eye, good and bad.
Henry Miller
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ikurko · 20 hours
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quotemadness · 1 year
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Don't look away. Look straight at everything. Look it all in the eye, good and bad.
Henry Miller
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kafkasapartment · 3 months
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"I don't know what I'm looking for. Maybe it's just a hole to crawl into, a place to hide from the world. Or maybe it's something else entirely. Maybe it's something I can't even imagine yet." - Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller.
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