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Eres mi cielo, mar y sol

Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just … start.

—Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via studentsoup)

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People may flatter themselves just as much by thinking that their faults are always present to other people’s minds, as if they believe that the world is always contemplating their individual charms and virtues.

—Elizabeth Gaskell, Wives and Daughters, Chapter 50. (via coolchicksfromhistory)

Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.

Henry Miller, Sexus (via colporteur)

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But is it possible to hope and fear at once, somehow?

Miguel de Cervantes Saaverda, The Ingenious Hidalgo Don Quixote de la Mancha. Translated by John Rutherford (New York: Penguin Books, 2003), 105. (via thesewindmills)

OOF

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