“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.”
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
You wake every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before and that my love is bravery.
~ unknown
If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.
Albert Einstein
𝙵𝚢𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚎𝚟𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 [𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟾𝟺𝟾]
[ID: For I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is talking. END ID]
I am among those who think that science has great beauty. A scientist in his laboratory is not only a technician, he is also a child placed before natural phenomenon, which impress him like a fairy tale.
Marie Curie
" they offered me Heaven, but i still noddled my head and followed you trought flames. "
musings on poetry Anne Sexton, Victoria Chang, Carl Sandburg, Carl Sandburg, Richard Blanco, Henrik Edoyan, Anne Sexton, Czeslaw Milosz, Richard Blanco, Mary Oliver
starry night
Albertine Bookstore, NYC
Oh to be the Broken Ace.
To be so good at everything that you’re never good enough.
To walk around with a regal air that nobody questions because your reputation always precedes you.
People avoid you because they don’t trust themselves to act around you.
Even more, they don’t trust your response.
The people around you harbour the worst kind of doubt, the deepest kind of fear, the most damaging kind of insecurity.
And that’s the thing.
You are good.
Annoyingly so.
Your all-consuming demons have made sure of it.
Took me until about halfway through college before I realized “study” means “play with the material in a variety of ways until you understand it” and not just “read the assigned chapters and do the homework” and I think that probably should have been discussed at some point prior to that.