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Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter, read by Nicole Kidman in the opening scene of “The Hours”.
"Touched by a masterpiece, a person begins to hear in himself that same call of truth which prompted the artist to his creative act. When a link is established between the work and its beholder, the latter experiences a sublime, purging trauma. Within that aura which unites masterpieces and audience, the best sides of our souls are made known, and we long for them to be freed. In those moments we recognise and discover ourselves, the unfathomable depths of our own potential, and the furthest reaches of our emotions."
— Andrei Tarkovsky (via forgottencityiram)
(Source: imridingmuybridgeshorse, via clericalerror)
We’re not even two people. Even before we met we were just these two halves walking around with big, gaping holes in the shape like the other person and then we found each other and we were finally whole. Then it’s as if we couldn’t stand being happy. So we ripped ourselves in half again.
Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. It’s as if I never thought anything, I never wrote anything, I never felt anything. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.