Jean Paul Belmondo and Sophia Loren
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"I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story."
- Jonathan Safran Foer(Everything is Illuminated)
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Carole Lombard dancing with ex-husband William Powell at Ciro’s nightclub, 1940
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Marlene Dietrich at the recording studio, photographed by Eve Arnold, 1952.
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“Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism
“It’s hard to remember what you fall in love with. Usually it is an expression in the eyes, an exchange, or a gesture or the sound of a voice, a word spoken. Those things can get blended with the atmosphere around you at the time — a fragrance in the air, a play of light, even music — so that they become almost one with each other and when you see or smell or hear the memories of a place you feel the love again, but as a pang of loss. Sometimes the feelings get connected so deeply to your body that even your own skin, your own eyes in the mirror remind you of what you no longer have. Sometimes it only takes a few things for someone to attach the way I did — enough hunger, enough loneliness, enough loss, someone who will feed you and touch you and listen. Sometimes attachment — call it love — is more complex than that. When you are in the state I was in, love can be tied up with other things, like excitement and danger, and the desire to know what really happened, what actually took place.”
— Francesca Lia Block, The Elementals (via audreylostinparis)
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“You are valuable because you exist. Not because of what you do or what you have done—but simply because you are.”
— Max Lucado (via paperhat)
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“I wonder how many people in this city
live in furnished rooms.
Late at night when I look out at the buildings
I swear I see a face in every window
looking back at me,
and when I turn away
I wonder how many go back to their desks
and write this down.”
— I wonder how many people in this city, Leonard Cohen (via bbook)
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“April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.”
— From The Diaries of Franz Kafka (via kafkaesque-world)
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You took me behind a dis-used railway line and said:
“I know a place where we can go
where we are not known”And then you gave me something that I won’t forget too soon.
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