Too Curious by Edward J. Goodman, 1887.
“You are an incredible mystery that you will never figure out. To be this mystery consciously is the greatest joy.”
Adyashanti
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The secret of blue is well kept. Blue comes from far away. On its way, it hardens and changes into a mountain. The cicada works at it. The birds assist. In reality, one doesn’t know. One speaks of Prussian blue. In Naples, the virgin stays in the cracks of walls when the sky recedes. But it’s all a mystery. The mystery of sapphire, mystery of Sainte Vierge, mystery of the siphon, mystery of the sailor’s collar, mystery of the blue rays that blind and your blue eye which goes through my heart.
Jean Cocteau, from “The Secret of Blue,” Tempest of Stars: Selected Poems (Enitharmon Press, 1997)
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You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvelous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid.
Oscar Wilde (via wordsnquotes)
Some people are old at 18 and some are young at 90… time is a concept that humans created.
Yoko Ono (via curiosity-quotes)
Our nervous systems crave fluctuation—waves of curiosity and interest followed by satiation, moments of alertness followed by relief, bonds with others based on common sensory and emotional experiences. Deprived of these rhythms, our brains and nervous systems enter various states of dysfunction: hyper-vigilance or shutdown, depression or rage. Looking to escape these states, people stumble into addictions that mimic the fulfillment of needs and instincts: compulsive shopping for our foraging instincts, internet porn for our libidos, club drugs for ecstatic states. The systems in which we live both supply and shame the indulgent, but none of these substitutes creates the same physiological effects as the pursuits and natural states they imitate. The brain and body denied become stuck in paralysis or overdrive.
CrimethInc., Self as Other: Reflections on Self-Care
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“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Aimonomia
noun |
Fear that learning the name of something — a bird, a constellation, an attractive stranger — will somehow ruin it, transforming a lucky discovery into a conceptual husk pinned in a glass case, which leaves one less mystery to flutter around your head, trying to get in.
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We often imagine love to be about a magical intuitive ‘connection’ with someone. But, in [Donald] Winnicott’s writings [about psychoanalysis], we get a different picture. It’s about a surrender of the ego, a putting aside of one’s own needs and assumptions, for the sake of close, attentive listening to another, whose mystery one respects, along with a commitment not to get offended, not to retaliate, when something ‘bad’ emerges, as it often does when one is close to someone, child or adult.
Alain De Botton, in an interview with The Daily Stoic (via loveandknowledge)