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“I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn’t mine anymore, but one in which I’d found the simplest and most lasting joys: the smells of summer, the part of town I loved, a certain evening sky, Marie’s dresses and the way she laughed”-Albert Camus, The Stranger
Sep 22, 2014

“I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn’t mine anymore, but one in which I’d found the simplest and most lasting joys: the smells of summer, the part of town I loved, a certain evening sky, Marie’s dresses and the way she laughed”-Albert Camus, The Stranger

rembrandt-art:

Seated Old Man, 1630
Rembrandt
Sep 22, 2014 / 45 notes

rembrandt-art:

Seated Old Man, 1630

Rembrandt

animals-in-art:

Lucas Cranach the Elder (German, 1472–1553) - Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden (1531)
Sep 21, 2014 / 87 notes

animals-in-art:

Lucas Cranach the Elder (German, 1472–1553) - Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden (1531)

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Sep 21, 2014
claudemonet-art:

Vetheuil, L’Inondation, 1881
Claude Monet
Sep 21, 2014 / 108 notes

claudemonet-art:

Vetheuil, L’Inondation, 1881

Claude Monet

Sep 20, 2014 / 3,917 notes
"Beauty, the splendour of truth, is a gracious presence when the imagination contemplates intensely the truth of its own being or the visible world, and the spirit which proceeds out of truth and beauty is the holy spirit of joy. These are realities and these alone give and sustain life. As often as human fear and cruelty, that wicked monster begotten by luxury, are in league to make life ignoble and sullen and to speak evil of death the time is come wherein a man of timid courage seizes the keys of hell and of death, and flings them far out into the abyss, proclaiming the praise of life, which the abiding splendour of truth may sanctify, and of death, the most beautiful form of life. In those vast courses which enfold us and in that great memory which is greater and more generous than our memory, no life, no moment of exaltation is ever lost; and all those who have written nobly have not written in vain, though the desperate and weary have never heard the silver laughter of wisdom. Nay, shall not such as these have part, because of that high, original purpose which remembering painfully or by way of prophecy they would make clear, in the continual affirmation of the spirit?"-James Joyce, "James Clarence Mangan” Lecture, 1902
Sep 19, 2014 / 2 notes

"Beauty, the splendour of truth, is a gracious presence when the imagination contemplates intensely the truth of its own being or the visible world, and the spirit which proceeds out of truth and beauty is the holy spirit of joy. These are realities and these alone give and sustain life. As often as human fear and cruelty, that wicked monster begotten by luxury, are in league to make life ignoble and sullen and to speak evil of death the time is come wherein a man of timid courage seizes the keys of hell and of death, and flings them far out into the abyss, proclaiming the praise of life, which the abiding splendour of truth may sanctify, and of death, the most beautiful form of life. In those vast courses which enfold us and in that great memory which is greater and more generous than our memory, no life, no moment of exaltation is ever lost; and all those who have written nobly have not written in vain, though the desperate and weary have never heard the silver laughter of wisdom. Nay, shall not such as these have part, because of that high, original purpose which remembering painfully or by way of prophecy they would make clear, in the continual affirmation of the spirit?"-James Joyce, "James Clarence Mangan” Lecture, 1902

Sep 19, 2014 / 24,544 notes
fictorvm:

Leo Tolstoy tells a story to his grandchildren in 1909.
Sep 19, 2014 / 2 notes

fictorvm:

Leo Tolstoy tells a story to his grandchildren in 1909.

boyhood:

Ogoun, work in process
9 x 12, ink on paper
2014
Sep 19, 2014 / 6 notes

boyhood:

Ogoun, work in process

9 x 12, ink on paper

2014

necspenecmetu:

Gaudenzio Ferrari, The Stigmatization of Saint Francis, c. 1515-7
Sep 19, 2014 / 50 notes

necspenecmetu:

Gaudenzio Ferrari, The Stigmatization of Saint Francis, c. 1515-7

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Stories, stories, years and years of stories, till the need came on me, for someone, to be with me, anyone, a stranger, to talk to, imagine he hears me, years of that, and then, now, for someone who…knew me, in the old days, anyone, to be with me, imagine he hears me, what I am, now.
Samuel Beckett, Embers (via bamnextwave)
Sep 19, 2014 / 5 notes
labelleotero:

Edmond-François Aman-Jean
Sep 19, 2014 / 1,549 notes

labelleotero:

Edmond-François Aman-Jean

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sabbatnoir:

“St Jerome” by Jan Sanders Van Hemessen (1548)
Sep 19, 2014 / 285 notes

sabbatnoir:

“St Jerome” by Jan Sanders Van Hemessen (1548)

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centuriespast:

UNKNOWN MASTER, NetherlandishCaesar Augustus and the Tiburtine Sibylc. 1475Panel, 69 x 85 cmStädelsches Kunstinstitut, Frankfurt
Sep 18, 2014 / 116 notes

centuriespast:

UNKNOWN MASTER, Netherlandish
Caesar Augustus and the Tiburtine Sibyl
c. 1475
Panel, 69 x 85 cm
Städelsches Kunstinstitut, Frankfurt

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