"…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’"
—Friedrich Nietzsche (via bokononish)
(Source: seabois, via exploreration)
"Lives. They are composed like music. Guided by his sense of beauty, an individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence, Beethoven’s music, death under a train, into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual’s life."
—Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
(Source: anichkawillbiteyou)
