apoetreflects:

“Beauty, real beauty, ends when intellectual expression begins.” 

—Oscar Wilde

(via gracefree)

flasd:

“The sea refreshes our imagination because it does not make us think of human life; 
yet it rejoices the soul, because, like the soul, it is an infinite and impotent striving, 
a strength that is ceaselessly broken by falls, an eternal and exquisite lament. 
The sea thus enchants us like music, which, unlike language, never bears the traces 
of things, never tells us anything about human beings, but imitates the stirrings of the 
soul. Sweeping up with the waves of those movements, plunging back with them, the 
heart thus forgets its own failures and finds solace in an intimate harmony between its 
own sadness and the sea’s sadness, which merges the sea’s destiny with the destinies 
of all things.”
(Marcel Proust)