Don't be afraid, my darling. Luckily, life still loves me enough to never abandon me, and the fact that I even complain about it and revolt against this boredom that is winning me over and this desert where I am struggling is proof of this. What would I have to ask her if I didn't feel her value in me, her echo near or far? And then... those who are born alive, die alive and I even wonder to what extent life does not go beyond their existence... but where am I going? Forgive me, my love; I am going astray. I just wanted to assure you of something that you never doubted; even at the moments when I feel the deadest soul, a thousand embers are there that fizzle in silence and that all the ice in the world would not reach. These thousand embers, I reserve them all for you. They are waiting for you, as well as the ashes - alas.
Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 2, 1950 [#165]
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Resistance, revolt, freedom.
Graphic by Amam
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"Do they have to take everything before we revolt"
Seen in Liverpool, UK
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There is a violence and destruction inherent in becoming: the violence of an outside which destroys the self as it was and spurs it into new directions. This is a form of creation which leaves a trail of destruction in its wake.
Read here.
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use what u got 2 get what u need
lines are from “The Helm of Ned Kelly” by Blackbird Raum
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Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.
- Oscar Wilde
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Lady Gaga (whom looked a lot like Adele) was planning to revolt against France with her 1000 dancing robot spiders.
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Non-violence ONLY WORKS when your opponent has a conscience. The United States government has no
conscience.
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You put in me a continuous thirst, an expectation of "more" that never leaves me, a constant dissatisfaction and thus the horror of being one day frustrated with you forever and a revolt against everything and, alas, against yourself when I don't feel you are close enough to me, greedy enough for these days that are given to us.
Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 6, 1950 [#173]
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