Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.
— Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine (via perfect)

(Source: goldveil)

When our food and clothing and housing all are born in the complication of mass production, mass method is bound to get into our thinking and to eliminate all other thinking. In our time mass or collective production has entered our economics, our politics, and even our religion, so that some nations have substitued the idea collective for the idea God. This in my time is the danger. There is great tension in the world, tension toward a breaking point, and men are unhappy and confused.

At such a time it seems natural and good to me to ask myself these questions. What do I believe in? What I must fight for and what must I fight against?

Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of a man. Nothing was ever created by two men. There are no good collaborations, whether in music, in art, in poetry, in mathematics, in philosophy. Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. The preciousness lies in in the lonely mind of a man.
And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual.

— John Steinbeck - East of Eden (via kniznistripky)

Venku je smutno a já nemám co by. 

V poslední době jsem se málo kdy zastavila. Nad životem. Už moc nerozjímám a je to tak dlouho, co mě něco nadchlo. To jsem si ovšem neuvědomovala. Až do nedávna jsem byla přesvědčená, že nemám čas psát a vyprávět o svém životě. Nemám čas je hloupá výmluva. Ve smutné realitě není o čem vyprávět. Zapadla jsem do stereotypu, který mě topí. Pořád ty stejné tváře, dny střídající noci, vše jako rotující hodinky. 

Teď, z ničeho nic, v momentě překvapení, jsem ze stereotypu vypadla a najednou je o čem psát a je kdy psát. 

Jen venku je stále smutno. 


"What’s your largest remaining goal in life?"
"I’m just a tourist in this world. I’m not trying to affect anything."