The human being goes through the present blindfolded.
He can only intuit and guess what he is living.
And then, when the blindfold is removed,
he can look into the past
and see what he has lived through and what its meaning was.
— Milan Kundera
- Being Blind Would Not Matter As Long As I Could Give ‘My Eyeballs To YouAll eyeballs dipped in the vinegar of the bourgeoisie will become pickled eyeballs. Tonight I embrace my homeland. Being blind would not matter as long as I could give my eyeballs to you. — Nirwan Dewato from poem The Way to the Museum
- Be BadBe bad, but at least don’t be a liar, a deceiver. — Leo Tolstoy If you reveal your secrets to the wind, You should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees. — Kahlil Gibran Some people care too much. I think it’s called love. — A. A. Milne The root of suffering… Read more: Be Bad
- Who Knows The Grieving As I Walk?Who knows I’m grieving as I walk? Who has the list of gravity’s costs? Nobody but the man I’ve lost. — Allison Joseph from poem Incognito Grief: A Blues
- In The End Only Three Things MatterIn the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. — the Buddha
- Yes, The World Is SickYes, the world is sick, and yes it can be cruel, but it would be a whole lot sicker and a whole lot crueler if it were not for painters and filmmakers and songwriters – the beauty-makers – wading through the blood and muck of things. — Nick Cave