“Oh, god, there is such a labyrinth of suffering from which I’m making superhuman efforts to escape. There is such sadness and fatigue at the struggle to gain freedom, reality and space,”

— Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

- Cinema Paradiso (1988)

Source: @caminimm

Vcasih se ti pa zdi, da bi bilo bolje, ce se kaj ne bi zgodilo. Pa tudi ce je bil to trenutek tvoje najvecje srece. Ne mores pogresati necesa, za kar ne ves, da obstaja.

Nocem se spominjat svoje mladosti po žalosti, ampak vcasih se zdi, da je to vse, kar je. Trenutki srece so zgolj to - trenutki. Pisi, kar cutis. Cutim - strah, jezo, razocaranje, ljubosumje, sram. Sram, da cutim vse to. Krivda, ker vem, da ne bi smela. Obcutek melanholije in vecnega hrepenenja. Strah. Strah me je prihodnosti. Samo rahel piš vetra in zlomila se bom v svoji krhosti. Sama v velikem svetu. Ne zanasaj se na ostale. Nase se pa ne morem. Kje je resitev?

Uncle Yanco dir. Agnes Varda

“She needs fresh air, space, sunlight. She is full of such fiery youth, such a passion for living.”

— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”

“[Dionysos]. Swoony type, long hair, bedroom eyes, cheeks like wine.”

— Euripides, Bakkhai (tr. by Anne Carson)

“(…) memory is no friend. It can only tell you what you no longer have:”

— Margaret Atwood, from A Visit in “Morning In The Burned House” (via adrasteiax)

À Bout de Souffle (dir. Jean-Luc Godard, 1960)

Natalia Vodianova by Bruce Weber for Pirelli Calendar, 2003