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“We used to look up at the sky and wonder at our place in the stars, now we just look down and worry about our place in the dirt.” - Interstellar (2014)
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“I don’t want anyone to feel the beauty I hide inside me. No one can come near it without hurting it.”— Maria Polydouri, tr. by Manolis Aligizakis, from “Modesty,” wr. c. May 1928
“…the venom that I had to suffer this year.”— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. January 1960
Me, I don’t simply like what I like. I love. I adore. I idolize. I worship. I love to worship and I worship to love. I embrace what I embrace to the point of tears. I love to worship hard and I love even harder. Me, when I worship, I worship blindly, totally and radically. I create infinite inner ground for my acts of devotion. I love emphatically, wholly and poignantly. It’s endless and abundant with me and I put all of my heart and love and vitality in the worshipping.
“It is easy and natural for me to love you a lot.”— Kurt Vonnegut, from a letter to Daniel Glossbrenner written c. March 1970
“She is excessively tender-hearted.”— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Orlando: A Biography,” c. 1928
Classy and fabulous Lana Del Rey being completely mesmerizing in Young And Beautiful.
“My deplorable mania for analysis exhausts me. I doubt everything, even my doubt.”— Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet



