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faith.
Posted on February 1, 2012 via this isn't happiness. with 300 notes
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By my intimacy with nature I find myself withdrawn from man. My interest in the sun and the moon, in the morning and the evening, compels me to solitude.
Henry David Thoreau (via thatkindofwoman)(via thatkindofwoman)
Posted on January 29, 2012 via Oh, Pioneer! with 3,819 notes
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keep going.
Posted on January 17, 2012 via I must remember this: with 627 notes
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Posted on January 14, 2012 via this isn't happiness. with 293 notes
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They are a complete mystery.
Posted on January 4, 2012 via umm hello? with 70 notes
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Young architects who confront social issues often abandon both architecture and urban design, frustrated by their irrelevance – as practised by many professionals - to real urban problems. They embrace instead social or systems planning, or projects which demand social and communal concern rather than professional service. This is wasteful and should be unnecessary. For the best thing an architect or urban designer can offer a new society, apart from a good heart, is his own skill, used for the society, to develop a respectful understanding of its cultural artefacts and a loving strategy for their development to suit the needs and way of life of its people. This is a socially responsible activity; it is after all, what Gans and the pop artists are doing.
Denise Scott Brown, Journal of the American Institute of Planners, May 1969, 184-86 (via mas-studio)Posted on December 29, 2011 via MAS = More with 7 notes
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beginning.
sent to me today by an old friend. prefect timing. thank you.
The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice -
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do -
determined to save
the only life you could save.- Mary Oliver -
Beware the irrational, however seductive. Shun the ‘transcendent’ and all who invite you to subordinate or annihilate yourself. Distrust compassion; prefer dignity for yourself and others. Don’t be afraid to be thought arrogant or selfish. Picture all experts as if they were mammals. Never be a spectator of unfairness or stupidity. Seek out argument and disputation for their own sake; the grave will supply plenty of time for silence.
Christopher Hitchens, author and journalist (1949-2011) -
O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.
Albert Camus (via myheartnottojoy)Source: myheartnottojoy
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“oh the demons come, they can subside.”

