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Fredrik C D Kruhsberg

@FredrikKbg1

Social worker, specialized in elderly, disabled and mentally disabled. Art Consultant and Modern Art Expert.

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Nella(@gigi_dreamer) 's Twitter Profile Photo

'No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.'

Haruki Murakami

📷Tina Sosna

'No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.' Haruki Murakami 📷Tina Sosna
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Love is the expression of the one who loves, not of the one who is loved. Those who think they can love only the people they prefer do not love at all.
-Søren Kierkegaard

Loïs Voirol

Love is the expression of the one who loves, not of the one who is loved. Those who think they can love only the people they prefer do not love at all. -Søren Kierkegaard Loïs Voirol
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Bertolt Brecht
Vergnügungen

Der erste Blick aus dem Fenster am Morgen
Das wiedergefundene alte Buch
Begeisterte Gesichter
Schnee, der Wechsel der Jahreszeiten
Die Zeitung
Der Hund
Die Dialektik
Duschen, Schwimmen
Alte Musik
Bequeme Schuhe
Begreifen
1/2

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Très frappant roman de Raymond Mauriac, frère oublié de François.

« Je suis n’importe où, entre deux trains, avec ma valise… libre. Je suis comme un vieux caillou au fond d’un gave, je sens passer l’eau sur moi, et tous ces débris qu’elle entraîne. »

Très frappant roman de Raymond Mauriac, frère oublié de François. « Je suis n’importe où, entre deux trains, avec ma valise… libre. Je suis comme un vieux caillou au fond d’un gave, je sens passer l’eau sur moi, et tous ces débris qu’elle entraîne. »
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“Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,…”

C. P. Cavafy

“Keep Ithaka always in your mind. Arriving there is what you are destined for. But do not hurry the journey at all. Better if it lasts for years, so you are old by the time you reach the island, wealthy with all you have gained on the way,…” C. P. Cavafy
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Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you musn't
waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.

— Paul Auster

Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you musn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it. — Paul Auster
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‘It is your duty in life to save your dream.’ - Amadeo Modigliani

Anouk Aimee posing as Jeanne Hébuterne before Modigliani’s painting in the film Montparnasse 19, 1958

‘It is your duty in life to save your dream.’ - Amadeo Modigliani Anouk Aimee posing as Jeanne Hébuterne before Modigliani’s painting in the film Montparnasse 19, 1958
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'To keep our hearts open is probably the most urgent responsibility you have as you get older.'

Leonard Cohen 🤍

'To keep our hearts open is probably the most urgent responsibility you have as you get older.' Leonard Cohen 🤍
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He is rich who owns the day

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Chris Martin/Good Morning ! Good Morning ! 2023

He is rich who owns the day This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays. -Ralph Waldo Emerson Chris Martin/Good Morning ! Good Morning ! 2023
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Fredrik C D Kruhsberg(@FredrikKbg1) 's Twitter Profile Photo

'There are so many ways of being despicable it quite makes one’s head spin. But the way to be really despicable is to be contemptuous of other people’s pain.'
James Baldwin, 1924-1987

'There are so many ways of being despicable it quite makes one’s head spin. But the way to be really despicable is to be contemptuous of other people’s pain.' James Baldwin, 1924-1987
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Asiya Miya(@AsiyaMiya) 's Twitter Profile Photo

'It was a time of hostilities. I tell you this because you don’t know. The world at that time had turned upside down. No one expected any virtue. This would have seemed too ridiculous.'

—Ghassan Kanafani, The Child Goes to the Camp

Abed Abdi, 'Fleeing... from the Massacre' 1976

'It was a time of hostilities. I tell you this because you don’t know. The world at that time had turned upside down. No one expected any virtue. This would have seemed too ridiculous.' —Ghassan Kanafani, The Child Goes to the Camp Abed Abdi, 'Fleeing... from the Massacre' 1976
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Ich und meine Öffentlichkeit verstehen uns sehr gut: sie hört nicht, was ich sage, und ich sage nicht, was sie hören möchte.

Karl Kraus (28.4.1874 - 12.6.1936)

Ich und meine Öffentlichkeit verstehen uns sehr gut: sie hört nicht, was ich sage, und ich sage nicht, was sie hören möchte. Karl Kraus (28.4.1874 - 12.6.1936)
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Mark W.(@DurhamWASP) 's Twitter Profile Photo

God! I will pack, and take a train,
And get me to England once again!
For England’s the one land, I know,
Where men with Splendid Hearts may go.

Rupert Brooke, 3rd August 1887 – 23rd April 1915

God! I will pack, and take a train, And get me to England once again! For England’s the one land, I know, Where men with Splendid Hearts may go. Rupert Brooke, 3rd August 1887 – 23rd April 1915
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« Dans un coin, un fenouil géant ressemblait à une dame de fine guipure renversant son ombrelle de satin vert d’eau. »
Zola, La Faute de l’abbé Mouret

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