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I’m so glad to live in a world where there are Octobers.
— L.M. Montgomery (via rainydaysandblankets)

(via barefoot-in-the-country)

chansondeladieu:

Joaquin Mora - Divina


She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.
— Toni Morrison, Beloved (via hqlines)

chansondeladieu:

Franz Joseph Haydn - Symphony No.26 in D minor ‘Lamentatione’ - II Adagio


She did not look her best: so thin, so large-nosed, with that pink-and-white checked duster tied round her head. She felt her disadvantage. But she had had a good deal of suffering and sorrow, she did not mind any more.
—  D. H. Lawrence
urgetocreate:

Paul Gauguin, Still Life of Onions and Pigeons and Room Interior in Copenhagen, 1885

urgetocreate:

Paul Gauguin, Still Life of Onions and Pigeons and Room Interior in Copenhagen, 1885

Autumn wins you best by this, its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
— Robert Browning, Paracelsus, scene 1.
artishardgr:

Wassily Kandinsky - Okhtyrka, autumn 1901
If I seem happy to you … You could never say anything that would please me more. For men are made for happiness, and anyone who is completely happy has a right to say to himself, ‘I am doing God’s will on earth.’ All the righteous, all the saints, all the holy martyrs were happy.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
For there are two sorts of mind: one that matters, and one that doesn’t matter.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
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