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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Eventually, he said, you will find out that there are words for everything. Even if sometimes, they are hidden inside the color of a cloud or the strokes of a painting.

(Was ich nicht halten kann, aber halten möchte.)</description><title>Tumbling Soul</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @efrane)</generator><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/</link><item><title>"Ever since I can remember,
I’ve always loved music.
You know
I didn’t know anything..."</title><description>“Ever since I can remember,&lt;br/&gt;
I’ve always loved music.&lt;br/&gt;
You know&lt;br/&gt;
I didn’t know anything about these titles&lt;br/&gt;
until I started dealing with people like you - the media.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
And they started givin’ it names…&lt;br/&gt;
Rock and Roll, Rhythm and Blues, Jazz&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
There’s only two kinds of music&lt;br/&gt;
Good and bad”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Flunk - I love music&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/26824498463</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/26824498463</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2012 11:55:27 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>"How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal..."</title><description>“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!&lt;br/&gt;
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.&lt;br/&gt;
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!&lt;br/&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Alexander Pope - Eloisa to Abelard&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/26282606291</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/26282606291</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2012 18:55:26 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>"Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war and kisses with lips. So in..."</title><description>“Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jonathan Safran Foer - Extremely loud and incredibly close&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/26064733058</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/26064733058</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2012 10:54:32 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>"Taten und Worte sind also nicht das beste Mittel, um das Herzensgeheimnis unseres Nächsten zu..."</title><description>“Taten und Worte sind also nicht das beste Mittel, um das Herzensgeheimnis unseres Nächsten zu ergründen. Die einen wie die anderen liegen in unserer Hand und können Heuchelei sein.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;José Ortega y Gasset&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/24528682913</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/24528682913</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2012 09:43:38 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>"It is impossible for someone to lie unless he thinks he knows the truth. Producing bullshit requires..."</title><description>“It is impossible for someone to lie unless he thinks he knows the truth. Producing bullshit requires no such conviction.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Harry G. Frankfurt - On Bullshit&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/24120124642</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/24120124642</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2012 10:24:06 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>"Was wir errungen haben ist ein neuer Konformismus, der uns erlaubt, alles, was gesagt werden kann,..."</title><description>“Was wir errungen haben ist ein neuer Konformismus, der uns erlaubt, alles, was gesagt werden kann, in den funktionalen Sprachen der instrumentellen Vernunft zu sagen, uns aber verbietet, uns auf das zu beziehen, was Ionesco die lebendige Wahrheit genannt hat. Genau wie unsere Fernsehschirme uns zügellose Gewalt in »lebendigen Farben« zeigen, aber keine Szenen echter, intimer Liebe – das erstere wird in einer ihrerseits obszönen Umkehrung der Werte als »real«, das zweite als »obszön« bezeichnet –, so können wir die ganze maschinelle Herstellung des Lebens diskutieren und dessen »objektive« Handhabung, aber wir dürfen weder Gott noch Gnade noch Moral erwähnen.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Joseph Weizenbaum - Die Macht der Computer und die Ohnmacht der Vernunft&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/20962223478</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/20962223478</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 15:16:33 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>"My philological studies have satisfied me that a gifted person ought to learn English (barring,..."</title><description>“My philological studies have satisfied me that a gifted person ought to learn English (barring, spelling and pronouncing) in thirty hours, French in thirty days, and German in thirty years. It seems manifest, then, that the latter tongue ought to be trimmed down and repaired. If it is to remain as it is, it ought to be gently and reverently set aside among the dead languages, for only the dead have time to learn it.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Mark Twain - The Awful German Language&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/20169442140</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/20169442140</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 16:00:05 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>"well, class is something you see, feel, rather than define, you can see it in men too, animals. you..."</title><description>“well, class is something you see, feel, rather than define, you can see it in men too, animals. you see it in some trapeze artists as they walk onto the arena. something in the walk, something in the manner. they have something inside AND outside, but it’s mostly inside and it makes the outside work. you do that when you dance; the inside makes the outside work.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Charles Bukowski - Notes of a dirty old man&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/20162952748</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/20162952748</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 10:08:56 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>"Der Hacker ist nicht im Stande, sich ein klar definiertes Ziel zu setzen und einen Plan zu dessen..."</title><description>“Der Hacker ist nicht im Stande, sich ein klar definiertes Ziel zu setzen und einen Plan zu dessen Verwirklichung aufzustellen, denn er verfügt nur über Technik, nicht über Wissen. Er hat nichts, woraus er eine Analyse oder Synthese herstellen könnte; kurz, er hat nichts, worüber er eine Theorie entwickeln könnte. Darum ist sein Können ziellos, ja körperlos. Es hat zu nichts eine Verbindung als zu dem Instrument, auf dem es angewandt werden kann.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Joseph Weizenbaum - Die Macht der Computer und die Ohnmacht der Vernunft.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/19751134751</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/19751134751</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 23:30:51 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"How pleasant it is to spend
an evening in this way! I declare after all there is no enjoyment
like..."</title><description>“How pleasant it is to spend
an evening in this way! I declare after all there is no enjoyment
like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book!
When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not
an excellent library.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="https://readmill.com/eFrane/reads/pride-and-prejudice/highlights/ee9c"&gt;Highlighted by Stefan Graupner in Pride and Prejudice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/19252478631</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/19252478631</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 22:32:57 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Gosh, I haven’t heard of the base system in so long, I think I’ve forgotten third..."</title><description>““Gosh, I haven’t heard of the base system in so long, I think I’ve forgotten third base,” the Colonel responded. “I would roll my eyes at you, but I can’t afford to look away from the screen.”&lt;br/&gt;
“French, Feel, Finger, Fuck. It’s like you skipped third grade,” Alaska said.
“I did skip third grade,” the Colonel answered.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;John Green - Looking For Alaska&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/18453726333</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/18453726333</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 22:37:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"there is only one place to write and that is ALONE at a typewriter. a writer who has to go INTO the..."</title><description>“there is only one place to write and that is ALONE at a typewriter. a writer who has to go INTO the streets is a writer who does not know the streets.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Charles Bukowski - Notes of a dirty old man&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/18251814166</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/18251814166</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 16:44:47 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"they always equate pot with Revolution. pot just isn’t that good. for Christ’s sake, if..."</title><description>“they always equate pot with Revolution. pot just isn’t that good. for Christ’s sake, if they legalized pot half the people would stop smoking it. prohibition created more drunks than grandmother’s warts. it’s only what you can’t do that you want to do. who wants to fuck their own wife every night? or, for that matter, even once a week?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Charles Bukowski - Notes of a dirty old man&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/17041717116</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/17041717116</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 19:41:52 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men’s blood and probably themselves will not..."</title><description>“Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men’s blood and probably themselves will not be realized. Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble, logical diagram once recorded will never die, but long after we are gone will be a living thing, asserting itself with ever-growing insistency. Remember that our sons and grandsons are going to do things that would stagger us. Let your watchword be order and your beacon beauty. Think big.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Daniel Burnham&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/16693179292</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/16693179292</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 14:01:01 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Nicole Krauss - The History of Love</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyd20hopc91qb2eolo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nicole Krauss - The History of Love&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/16466235360</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/16466235360</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 16:36:17 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"For she had embodied the Great Perhaps – she had proved to me that it was worth to leave behind my..."</title><description>“For she had embodied the Great Perhaps – she had proved to me that it was worth to leave behind my minor life for grander maybes, and now she was gone and with her my faith in perhaps.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;John Green - Looking for Alaska&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/15505578971</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/15505578971</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 12:53:08 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He..."</title><description>“He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;James Joyce – Dubliners: A painful case&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/15284052280</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/15284052280</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 07:04:59 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"With regard to the world of female fashion and its customs, the present writer of course can only..."</title><description>“With regard to the world of female fashion and its customs, the present writer of course can only speak at second hand. A man can no more penetrate or under-stand those mysteries than he can know what the ladies talk about when they go upstairs after dinner. It is only by inquiry and perseverance that one sometimes gets hints of those secrets; and by a similar diligence every person who treads the Pall Mall pavement and frequents the clubs of this metropolis knows, either through his own experience or through some acquaintance with whom he plays at billiards or shares the joint, something about the genteel world of London, and how, as there are men who cut a good figure to the eyes of the ignorant world and to the apprentices in the park, who behold them consorting with the most notorious dandies there, so there are ladies, who may be called men’s women, being welcomed entirely by all the gentlemen and cut or slighted by all their wives.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;William Makepiece Thackerey - Vanity Fair&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/14458788744</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/14458788744</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 16:55:54 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"If life is the choices we make, as my mother once told me, then too much of life is spent bemoaning..."</title><description>“If life is the choices we make, as my mother once told me, then too much of life is spent bemoaning those choices. Too much time is wasted on regret. We can do nothing with the past but acknowledge and accept it. It is over. Done with. It is gone.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Joy Fielding - Grand Avenue&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/12333975721</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/12333975721</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 20:16:52 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"I know there’s California, Oklahoma
and all of the places I ain’t ever been to 
but down..."</title><description>“I know there’s California, Oklahoma
and all of the places I ain’t ever been to 
but down in the valley
with Whiskey rivers
these are the places you will find me hidin’
these are the places I will always go”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The Head and the Heart - Down in the Valley&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/12086963343</link><guid>http://tumblr.meanderingsoul.com/post/12086963343</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 22:47:00 +0200</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
