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January 2012

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Yann Tiersen - Comptine d'un autre été: la démarche

Yann Tiersen - Comptine D’un Autre Été: La Démarche

Jan 22, 201214 notes
#Yann Tiersen #Comptine D'un Autre Été #La Démarche #music #amelie
“The only thing that scares me more than space aliens is the idea that there aren’t any space aliens. We can’t be the best that creation has to offer. I pray we’re not all there is. If so, we’re in big trouble.” —Ellen DeGeneres (via arreter)
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“Music makes me forget my real situation. It transports me into a state which is not my own. Under the influence of music I really seem to feel what I do not feel, to understand what I do not understand, to have powers which I cannot have. Music seems to me to act like yawning or laughter; I have no desire to sleep, but I yawn when I see others yawn; with no reason to laugh, I laugh when I hear others laugh. And music transports me immediately into the condition of soul in which he who wrote the music found himself at that time.” —Leo Tolstoy (via atomos)
Jan 20, 20122,922 notes
#quote
José González - Heartbeats

José González - Heartbeats

Jan 20, 20124 notes
#José González #Heartbeats #music
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#black and white
Jan 20, 2012
“I love that moment. When you’re on a long car ride, or listening to music, or reading. And you completely zone out. You forget your troubles, and everyone around you. You’re focused on that one thing, and that one thing only. You’re content, and everything seems peaceful.” —Unknown  (via elf-locks)
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Eyes Wider Than Before Scott Matthews

Scott Matthews - Eyes Wider Than Before

Jan 20, 201219 notes
#Scott Matthews #Eyes Wider Than Before #music
“I knelt down to his side. I touched his arm, and got closer to his face to check his breathing. I felt the heat of his breath on my cheek. I smoothed my hand over his forehead pushing his long dark choppy hair aside. His skin was soft. He moaned, and his brown eyes fluttered. I kissed him with a small soft peck on his lips.” —Natalie Star (The Keeper)
Jan 19, 20125 notes
#quotes
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Jan 19, 2012
“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.” —Gary Provost (via danseurs)
Jan 18, 2012599 notes
#quotes #lit
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Jan 18, 2012
Zodiac Shit Flying Lotus

Flying Lotus - Zodiac Shit

Jan 17, 201222 notes
#Flying Lotus #Zodiac Shit #music
Jan 17, 20124 notes
“After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.” —Richard Dawkins (via venula)
Jan 17, 2012117 notes
#lit #quote
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José González - Slow moves

José González - Slow Moves

Jan 16, 2012
#José González #Slow moves #music
“I believe in love and lust and sex and romance. I don’t want everything to add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and sweat and madess and I want Valentines and Cupids and all the rest of that crap. I want it all.” —The Mirror Has Two Faces (via quotewhore) (via roam-antics) (via feelfearless) (via etereo)
Jan 15, 20123,278 notes
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#portrait #black and white
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Jan 15, 201232 notes
#portrait #perfect person
“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.” —Henry Miller (via arreter)
Jan 15, 2012608 notes
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English House Fleet Foxes

Fleet Foxes - English House

Jan 15, 201230 notes
#english house #fleet foxes #music
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Jan 14, 201232 notes
“One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands out and throws one’s head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one’s heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun—which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries. Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with the millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in someone’s eyes.” —Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden (via muede)
Jan 14, 201224 notes
#lit #prose #quotes #favorite
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