UNTRACEABLE MOMENTS underneath the same sky
If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.
Albert Einstein (via kokai)

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I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.
Friedrich Nietzsche (via aurorefleurs)
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Connie Francis — Who’s Sorry Now - 1957

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I want to warn him about all the things that’ll kill him. Not from the neck up, but from the chest in. I want him to inhale and exhale every breath through a harmonica.
~ Martin Ingle, “Letter to My Three Year Old Self” (via conflictingheart)
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