not the same man...

"a person that speaks his mind; he's sensitive enough to care for children; he's wise enough to not be put into the 'whack' category like everybody else in town - and he looooves the ladies". -Isaac hayes describing Chef from South Park
Intellect takes you to the door, but it doesn’t take you into the house.
Shams Tabrizi (via elzaher)

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You don’t have to have it all figured out to move forward.
My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange―no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.
Stardust (via wordsthat-speak)

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In our parts such characters sometimes turn up that, however many years ago you met them, you can never recall them without an inner trembling.
Nikolai Leskov, The Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk (via moniquevich)

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Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

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You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.
John Berger, Ways of Seeing  (via ii-sm)

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Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen.
 Henry Miller, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch (via ii-sm)

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What we say isn’t always how we feel; and how we feel isn’t always what we say.
william chapman  (via perfect)

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Other people are not medicine.
It took me 9 years to figure that out  (via shante-atthedisco)

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With impermanence, every door is open for change. Impermanence is an instrument for our liberation.
Thích Nhất Hạnh  (via alteringminds)

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I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via hellanne)

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Liberate yourself from being right.
Seth Godin (via purplebuddhaproject)

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