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Frida Kahlo

In Too lazy to assign a category on February 4, 2007 at 11:30 pm

Frida Kahlo

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Vintage antique gold optical lens with a collage of Frida Kahlo self portraits with her quote "I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality."

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Taking notes…

In Too lazy to assign a category on January 21, 2007 at 9:00 pm

Taking notes...

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Nature’s mystery

In Too lazy to assign a category on January 21, 2007 at 8:52 pm

Nature's mystery

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Words, like nature, half reveal, half conceal the soul within.

-Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Anaïs Nin Quotes

In Too lazy to assign a category on January 2, 2007 at 8:17 pm

"Oh, God, I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love. I swim in the sky; I float; my body is full of flowers, flowers with fingers giving me acute, acute caresses, sparks, jewels, quivers of joy, dizziness, such dizziness. Music inside of one, drunkenness. Only closing the eyes and remembering, and the hunger, the hunger for more, more, the great hunger, the voracious hunger, and thirst."

"I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls."

"Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy."

"I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself."

"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book, or you take a trip, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death."

"For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds …"

"When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with."

"Man can never know the kind of loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in a woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. The woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she has bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child-bearing and man-bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment the man rests inside of her."

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Bunch of quotes

In Too lazy to assign a category on December 31, 2006 at 2:22 am

End

In Too lazy to assign a category on December 31, 2006 at 2:14 am

The English Patient

In Too lazy to assign a category on December 22, 2006 at 8:40 pm

We die. We die rich of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers, fears we have hidden in, like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps, the names of powerful men. I know you will come and carry me out into the palace of winds…..That is all I've ever wanted, to walk in such a place with you, with friends, an earth without maps.

 – Katherine from The English Patient

(source: Sarah Finley)

Issues of nationality pervade almost every facet of the story and ensnare the movement toward fulfillment and liberation. The crushing irony of the film–namely, that Almásy is Hungarian, not English–is profoundly invested in the impossibility of transcending barriers of nationality. Although love operates as a universal and unifying force, it cannot alter the inexorable forces of nationalism that send the plot spiraling into high tragedy. When Almásy emerges from three days of walking through the desert, he blurts out to the British officers his name: Count László de Almásy. Branded a German, he is knocked unconscious and shackled, leaving Katharine to suffer a lingering death in the cave. At its core, the tragedy of Katharine's death stems from the ill-luck of his German-sounding surname.

Dying in the cave, Katharine writes, "I know someday you will carry me out into the palace of winds. That's all I've wanted, to walk in such a place with you, with friends, an earth without maps." Katharine's final thoughts linger on her aversion to the political boundaries which divide the world. Her death becomes an escape from these distinctions as she is swept into the liberating vastness of the winds, immersed in the sublime love of Almásy. The camera fades into a sweeping pan of the desert landscape, unmarred by the political boundaries constructed by man.

(source: Wikipedia)

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Tact

In Too lazy to assign a category on December 22, 2006 at 4:28 pm

Cheap

In Too lazy to assign a category on December 21, 2006 at 8:31 pm

Cheap

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Age

In Too lazy to assign a category on December 21, 2006 at 11:37 am