Beautiful Chaos,

This is about the mad ones. Mad to talk, mad to live, mad to be saved. Mad for the art, the culture. Mad for the cinema, the books, the music.
Mad to live in a beautiful chaos.

“Don’t expect any answers, dear,
For I know that they don’t come with age, no.
Well, ain’t never gonna love you any better, babe.
And I’m never gonna love you right,
So you’d better take it now, right now.”

—   Kozmic Blues - Janis Joplin

“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”

—   The Little Prince

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"Puede pasar de todo, ¿verdad? Cualquier cosa. Puedes amar tanto a una persona que tan solo el miedo a perderla haga que lo jodas todo y acabes perdiéndola. Puedes despertarte al lado de alguien a quien hace unas horas ni siquiera habías imaginado conocer y mírate ahora. Es como si alguien te regalara uno de esos puzles con piezas de un cuadro de Madrid, de la foto de unos ponys o de las cataratas del Niágara; y se supone que ha de encajar, pero no"

Cosas que nunca te dije, (1996), Isabel Coixet

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“Así se vive su vida un hombre, en nuestro universo: tiene que reconstruir sin cesar su identidad de adulto, ese ensamblaje inestable y efímero, tan frágil, que reviste la desesperanza y, a cada uno ante el espejo, cuenta la mentira que necesitamos creer.”

—   La Elegancia del Herizo, Muriel Barbery
Ensemble, c’est tout (2007), Claude Berri
by Giulia Sagramola

We’ll find faith in the most magical of places, and find home in the smallest of rooms…

“Our good fortune allows us to feel a sadness our parents didn’t have time for.”

—   Beginners

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“…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!””

—   On the Road, Jack Kerouac

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

—   On the Road, Jack Kerouac

“For in much wisdom [is] much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow”

“I said I would never love anyone else, ever. I would never become attached, I’d never stay put anywhere, I’d have nothing for myself; I decided I would pretend to be alive. And this is what I’ve been waiting for, all this time, renouncing all possible lives, for one only, with you.”

—   Mr. Nobody