quelle quaintrelle

the absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.
— camus

I think America likes its artists to die young, in atonement for materialist America’s sins.
— anthony burgess
One writes to keep going, to keep oneself from going mad. Maybe it’s an apotropaic gesture, maybe one writes to ward off death.
— harold bloom
Beauty dies: that is the source
of creation
— louise gluck (hyacinth)

(Source: awritersruminations)

When we are dead, men will fly in balloons, change the fashion of their coats, will discover a sixth sense, perhaps, and develop it, but life will remain just the same, difficult, full of mysteries and happiness. In a thousand years man will sigh just the same, “Ah, how hard life is,” and yet just as now he will be afraid of death and not want it.
— chekhov (the three sisters)

(Source: headist, via russkayaliteratura)

Deal with death, which is to say, accept it.
— camus (notebooks)

(Source: acamusobsession, via quote-book)

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.
— hesse (narcissus and goldmund)

(Source: frenchtwist)

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