How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself. The Waves
The nature of the All moved to make the universe. Book VII
Because there’s an infinite amount of things we can now see or know, there are also infinite number of ways we can discover that we don’t measure up. The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A F*Ck
There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea Sand and Foam
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