The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written.

– Miguel de Cervantes from DON QUIXOTE, Part II (1615)

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aseaofquotes:

Erich Maria Remarque, Three Comrades
bluesonplanetmars:

Sous le pont Mirabeau II

Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them.

– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

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[…] this stillness
       echoing from the rooms like an unfinished sound

W. S. Merwin, Season

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rudygodinez:

Carl Andre, Secant, (1977)
Carl Andre’s Secant does somewhat the same thing that Christo’s Running Fence did. With a line of timbers, Andre expresses the dimension of a field in a way that you would not normally see. He imposes a kind of geometry on the field that makes you not only look at the object but also become acutely aware of the place that it is in.
icardamome:

White & Blue
Flowers 2014

Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.

– Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From the Underground 

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