"We sit and talk quietly,
with long lapses of silence,
and I am aware of the stream that has no language,
coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes, which has no speech."
Ernest Hemingway has breakfast in his hotel room before leaving for the front lines.
Valencia, Spain 1937. December by Robert Capa
"For years, mental health professionals taught people that they could be psychologically healthy without social support, that “unless you love yourself, no one else will love you.”… The truth is you cannot love yourself unless you have been loved and are loved. The capacity to love cannot be built in isolation."—Bruce D. Perry, M.D., Ph.D., “The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog” (via modernhepburn)
"The beauty of being an artist is that the meaning is always work-in-progress. The work is only pointing towards a probability. This allows for the advent of poetry."—Anish Kapoor (via heathwest)