this is an english thread.

like wtf are you talking about

idiot

>>4
true, me banearon por encontrar una vulnerabilidad y ni las gracias me dieron. Ahora me queda tomar rumbo a nuevas tierras, en un barco sin timón

In brief, the practice of Dharma is to sever all that ties to samsara, to cultivate gentle love and compassion for all beings of the six realms, and at all times, without distraction, to thoroughly master your own mind.

-Jamyang Khyentse Chokyi Lodro.

But what is passion, what are emotions? There is the source of fire, there is the fullness of energy. A man who is not on fire is nothing: he is ridiculous, he is two-dimensional. He must be on fire even if he does make a fool of himself. A flame must burn somewhere, otherwise no light shines; there is no warmth, nothing.

-JUNG, Carl.

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My life is quiet. There is little beside working and walking. I have no desire to see people, and I feel as though I am waiting for something new and strange wich will burn the unburnt side of my soul.

~GIBRAN, Khalil, from Beloved Prophet: The love letters of Kahlil Gibran and Marry Haskell, and her private journal

So I drank one, it became four, and when I fell on the floor I drank more. Nothing has changed, I still love you, I still love you.

~Morrissey.

Be mindful of your Self-Talk. It’s a conversation with the Universe.

“You’re asking me what I want for breakfast and I’m telling you about how when the worst thing happened, I didn’t even cry. You’re handing me a receipt from the laundromat down the street and I’m passing you a bundle of letters that I wrote to God when I was fourteen and scared. You’re passing me the milk after you drip it into your coffee and I’m half laughing about my psychiatrist’s office and how there’s actually a couch and it’s made of blue tweed. You’re trying to do the normal things and I am throwing up dull pieces of truth onto our kitchen table. I can’t lie anymore. These are the things I’ve done and they’re mostly sad. These are the places I’ve been and they’re mostly awful. This life has woven itself into the notches of my spine and I hear it creak every time I stand.”

~ LATIFI, Fortesa.

shut up nigger

all the fucking gays who say quotes like these die early deaths.

Don't feed the troll.

Everytime I remember you, I alter you.

—BAUMGARTEL, Sylvie, Pink

The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping prison is to make sure he never knows he's in prison.

—DOSTOEVSKY, Fyodor.

A language is not just words. It’s a culture, a tradition, a unification of a community, a whole history that creates what a community is. It’s all embodied in a language.

—CHOMSKY, Noam.

It’s more possible to win an argument against someone who’s smarter than you than someone who’s not.

It's your privilege to find me incomprehensible. I gave you my minutes; let them remain ours. I hope I haunt you.

— ROETHKE, Theodore, from Straw for the fire

pero no necesariamente tiene que ser algo malo ser llamado pintoresco, de hecho puede ser visto de una forma positiva

>>35
Es una frase que, soy sincero, no entiendo mucho. No sé si el vocablo "quaint" tiene esa traducción ("pintoresco"). Supongo que la interpreto como la gente que quiere aprender esperanto, a sabiendas de que en muy contadas ocasiones podrá practicar tal idioma con alguien más. Incluso el latín, que aunque está vigente en múltiples expresiones, en sí cómo lengua, ya no se habla (que yo sepa). Quizá sea eso, ¿no? que queda "pintoresco", cultivar aficiones con muy escasa adhesión...

The mind is constantly trying to figure out what page it’s on in the story of itself. Close the book. Burn the bookmark. End of story. Now the dancing begins.

~NARASAKI, Ikko.

Billonares are so weird. What are you saving up for? Hell?