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“One of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science is escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless dreariness, from the fetters of one’s own ever-shifting desires. A finely tempered nature longs to escape from the personal life into the world of objective perception and thought.” — Albert Einstein

Hi There! (by *Sakura*)

“As I write down my thought it sometimes escapes me, but that reminds me of my weakness, which I am always forgetting, and teaches me as much as my forgotten thought, for I care only about knowing that I am nothing.” — Blaise Pascal

Calling Summer (by *Sakura*)

“My thoughts took frantic flight, wanting to escape this prison, and seek out the wind so it could fan my hair and sting my skin, and make me feel alive again.” — V.C. Andrews

THE ESCAPE PLAN (by Lauren Withrow)

“The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself..” — Eugene O’Neill

No. 1 - The Road to Mysterious. (by J u n g a - Retiring, for now.)

“Perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.” — Rainer Maria Rilke

Heavy rain lotus (by chunwoo)

“Truth never damages a cause that is just.” — Mahatma Gandhi

birds on a balcony (by mavi.masmavi)

“Don’t get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow, be like water.” — Bruce Lee

Crystal Reading (by *Sakura*)

“You’re water. We’re the millstone.
You’re wind. We’re dust blown up into shapes.
You’re spirit. We’re the opening and closing 
of our hands. You’re the clarity.
We’re the language that tries to say it.
You’re joy. We’re all the different kinds of laughing.” 
— Rumi

green, grey and blue (by H o g n e)

“Tie your heart at night to mine, Love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of Earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.

Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,

So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.” 
— Pablo Neruda

“Come unto me all that are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” ~Explore 09.01.2009 (by ken m photography)

“Some of my old memories feel trapped in amber in my brain, lucid and burning, while others are like the wing beat of a hummingbird, an intangible, ephemeral blur.” — Mira Bartok

Beija-flor Tesoura ao lado de Uma Pata-de-vaca (Bauhinia variegata) - Swallow-tailed Hummingbird beside a Purple orchid tree 6 353 - 9 (by Flávio Cruvinel Brandão)

“Everything new and beautiful seems to arrive already haunted by its own demise.” — Caroline Evans

The Edge of Calypso by Michael Anderson (by AndersonImages)

”..I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.”
— William Stafford

venice backyard (by H o g n e)

“Life isn’t a support system for art. It’s the other way around.” — Stephen King

Heavy_Metal (by David_McD)

“Pressure is a word that is misused in our vocabulary. When you start thinking of pressure, it’s because you’ve started to think of failure.” — Tommy Lasorda

Explosion in Blue by Michael Anderson (by AndersonImages)