ما زلت أؤمن أن الإنسان لا يموت دفعة واحدة و إننا نموت بطريقة الأجزاء؛ كلما رحل صديق مات جزء، و كلما غاردنا حبيب مات جزء، و كلما قتل حلم من أحلامنا مات جزء، فيأتى الموت الأكبر ليجد كل الأجزاء ميتة، فيحملها ويرحل

جبران خليل جبران

"I still believe that a human being does not die at once, but in a way, we die in pieces; whenever a friend departs, a piece dies, and whenever a lover leaves, a piece dies, and whenever a dream of our dreams is killed, a piece dies, then finally, the greater death arrives, only to see all our pieces long dead, so he picks them up and departs."

(via warag-3nb)

I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.

Thought Catalog, Charlotte Green. (via manarr2)

1. Go to museums alone. Seeing takes concentration and calm
2. Don’t try to see everything - pick a few rooms and choose ones painting.
3. Minimize distractions - pick an un-crowded room and work in good light.
4. Take your time - sit, relax, get up, come back, expect that it may take a long time for a painting to speak to you.
5. Pay full attention - give the work what Fried called “absorption.”
6. Do you own thinking. Read, study, “but when it comes to looking, just look and make up your own mind”
7. be on the lookout for people who are really looking, not simply browsing and checking labels. Observe them with out disturbing them and, if you can talk to them without disturbing them, do.
8. Be faithful: return to paintings you’ve spent time with.

- James Elkins, Pictures and Tears: A History of People Who Have Cried in Front of Paintings (2001)

One of my greatest passions is studying how museums work. How their exhibits are designed, what they stand for, how architecture affects the way objects are presented. I love it all. I’m also really passionate about making sure (or at least trying to make sure) art, whether it be baroque, modern, contemporary, etc…, is accessible to all.

Annnyway, I hope that these simple guidelines from Elkins will be helpful to some/all y’all. I think they’re pretty great for both people who love art, and for those who are indifferent. 

(via fablesandgables)

I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book Of Disquiet (via wordsnquotes)

… the more I learned, the more conscious did I become of the fact that I was ridiculous. So that for me my years of hard work at the university seem in the end to have existed for the sole purpose of demonstrating and proving to me, the more deeply engrossed I became in my studies, that I was an utterly absurd person

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Dream of a Ridicilous Man (via heartvoyage)

People speak sometimes about the ‘bestial’ cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via henretta84)

Destroy my desires, eradicate my ideals, show me something better, and I will follow you.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground (via fyodors)

Existence on its own had never been enough for him; he had always wanted more than that. Perhaps it had been merely the strength of his own desires that made him believe he was a person to whom more was allowed than others.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment. (via manarr2)

Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.

Thomas Aquinas (via observando)

I felt utterly alone, like I was the last person alive on Earth. I can’t describe that feeling of total loneliness. I just wanted to disappear into thin air and not think about anything.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via navisis)