I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Stay hungry. Stay foolish.
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Shadows and Fog (1991)
I know what I think but I don’t know how to put it into words.
Maybe I could get a little bit drunk and dance it for you.
(via capturedquotes)
how do you know that you’re right if you’re not nervous anymore?
It is not necessary that a man should earn his living by the sweat of his brow, unless he sweats easier than I do.
Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
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He Died with a Felafel in His Hand (2001)
When we close our eyes, everything disappears and if we open them fast enough, we might be able to catch the greater intelligence out and see that there’s actually nothing there.
(via capturedquotes)
I have shelves of other people’s words. I left myself somewhere in between the bold ones.
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Pi (1998)
It’s fair to say I’m stepping out on a limb,
but I am on the edge and that’s where it happens.
— capturedquotes
When we are afraid we turn to words of men who had no more time on earth than us, and no better feeling when they woke up on mornings after they had wondered why they were alive and gave into awful things deep in the night. Tired and haunted by all the holes that nobody’s ever known. What would we do without them?
