A longing pure and not to be described
drove me to wander over woods and fields,
and in a mist of hot abundant tears
I felt a world arise and live for me.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust (1808)
12 hours ago // 527 notes
What might it be exactly? this endless quest of the human spirit? At times subconscious but often conscious this feeling of yearning. I myself feel nothing but this search. I cannot speak for others, perhaps it is evolutionary, inherent in those who wish to find it. To me it seems the unity of death is all that can fill this void. Our return to the beginning~
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Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self Reliance (via quotes-shape-us)
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