Sunday Chill as a Secret.

jill vandorpe

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”

– Raold Dahl.

“I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road.”

– Anne Sexton.

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“A human being has so many skins inside, covering the depths of the heart. We know so many things, but we don’t know ourselves! Why, thirty or forty skins or hides, as thick and hard as an ox’s or bear’s, cover the soul. Go into your own ground and learn to know yourself there.”

– Meister Eckhart.

“When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy.”

– Oscar Wilde.

A Silent Day (Takashi Ito, 2002)

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“Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all.”

– Leila Sales.

“There are two kinds of secrets. The ones we keep from others and the ones we keep from ourselves.”

– Frank Warren.

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“Undress. Take off your clothes. Take off your body. Hang them up behind the door. Tonight we can go deeper than disguise.”

– Jeanette Winterson

“The more you leave out, the more you highlight what you leave in.”

– Henry Green.

“I drive around the streets, an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.”

– Charles Bukowski.

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“He had two lives: one, open, seen and known by all who cared to know, full of relative truth and of relative falsehood, exactly like the lives of his friends and acquaintances; and another life running its course in secret. And through some strange, perhaps accidental, conjunction of circumstances, everything that was essential, of interest and of value to him, everything in which he was sincere and did not deceive himself, everything that made the kernel of his life, was hidden from other people.”

– Anton Chekhov.

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adé.

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