Whenever I get stressed I touch the back of my neck and it reminds me the little things don’t matter, just let it go.
|—||Ram Das (via idontbelieveindylan)|
After twenty straight years as a student, I decided to commemorate finishing my Master’s degree in archival studies in a bookish way - a quote tattoo from one of my favourite plays, Arcadia by Tom Stoppard.
In the play, one of the main characters, Hannah, has half-solved a centuries-old mystery. One of the other characters wonders why she even bothers to investigate something that matters so little. Hannah’s response:
HANNAH: It’s all trivial – your grouse, my hermit, Bernard’s Byron. Comparing what we’re looking for misses the point. It’s the wanting to know that makes us matter. Otherwise we’re going out the way we came in. That’s why you can’t believe in the afterlife, Valentine. Believe in the after, by all means, but not the life. Believe in God, the soul, the spirit, the infinite, believe in angels if you like, but not in the great celestial get-together for an exchange of views. If the answers are in the back of the book I can wait, but what a drag. Better to struggle on knowing that failure is final. (2.7)
Hannah’s speech cuts to the core of why humans do what we do - why we learn and experiment and discover things. It doesn’t matter if we find the answer or don’t find the answer. What matters is that we keep looking. That we keep wanting the answer to whatever the question might be. As Douglas Adams so assiduously pointed out, it’s not the answer to life, the universe and everything that matters, it’s figuring out the question.
Done by Emma James at Speakeasy in Toronto.
|—||John Green, The Fault in Our Stars. (via holapulpito)|
"and she was a hurricane"
the full quote is - “if rain were people i was a drizzle and she was a hurricane” from “Looking for Alaska” by John Green. My best friend Steph and I got blue leaves from the play “The House of Blue Leaves” by John Guare. We have loved that play since we were in it together back in high school.
|—||Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho (via amillionlittlequotes)|
From Spanish Sahara, by Foals.
"Forget the horror here, leave it all down here, it’s future rust and it’s future dust”
Done at Bleu Noir tattoo in Paris
(I tried send it to your blog “tattoosong” but I couldn’t find the submit button)
[Mary Shelley] said, ‘That’s not so ignorant after all. There are two monsters in my story, not one. And one of them, the scientist, is indeed named Frankenstein.
|—||Kurt Vonnegut, “God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian” (via alighthouseofwords)|