Imagination
This tumblr is an archive of inspiration. Works of art and literature, poetry, photography, quotes, etc. I also maintain another tumblr for science, and yet another for the occasional piece of personal writing.
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Hold on to your divine blush, your innate rosy magic, or end up brown. Once you’re brown, you’ll find out you’re blue. As blue as indigo. And you know what that means. Indigo. Indigoing. Indigone.Tom Robbins
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I wonder whether the world’s really there when I’m not narrating it.John Barth in The Paris Review
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Quote reblogged from The Earth, Further and Further.Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, or knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of depression. Don’t worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered. This is where you belong.Sufjan Stevens
(Source: spoonerette)
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The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.Mark Twain
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- Joan: What do you want?
- Thomas: I don't know. Travel, I suppose. Adventure, if I could.
- Joan: Travel? Where would you go?
- Thomas: Have you not heard? Sea discoverers to new worlds have gone. Cabot to Newfoundland, others to America, the Indies. Some speak of China, Cathay, the fabled lands of Marco Polo.
- Joan: But where would you go?
- Thomas: I'd set out here... [touching her face] though the hair is a forest of ambush and snares. But the brow becalms us when it's smooth and plain. And the dark pools of the eyes are dangerous to our ship... for to be drawn into them would be shipwreck. The nose, like the first meridian, directs us down... to the Islands Fortunate... the swelling lips. I would anchor here... and hear the siren songs. [kisses her] Then sailing on... past the glorious promontory of chin. We may encounter survivors... as we travel down towards your India. And we pause at the Atlantic navel. [touching down her body] Then the current carries our pilot on... to another forest... where many are shipwrecked... and no further ever get.
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Have you ever shuffled faces like cards, hoping to find one that lies somewhere, just over the edge of your memory? The one you’ve been waiting for? Well tonight when I first saw you, and then later when I watched you in the dark, it was as though i’d found that one face among all the others. Who are you?
— Letter from an Unknown Woman 1948 (dir. Max Ophuls)
Saw this at Lincoln Center today with Peter and it was beyond phenomenal.
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Novels help us to resist the temptation to think of the past as deficient of everything that informs the present.Ian McEwan
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This online dictionary is beautiful! It’s not lying when it says it is the most comprehensive dictionary in the world.
It compiles various definitions on the web which can be viewed in this user-friendly JavaScript drop-down fashion. It pulls quotable quotes for the examples, and it also allows tagging for a broader sort of thesaurus effect.
