I tend to think that there’s an element of music that cannot be captured. Life cannot be captured. Human heart cannot be captured. The moment of creation itself is fleeting.

Parker Wilson
(played by Richard Gere)
in the movie Hachi

I am tired, Quilan. I have waited for these memories to lose their force over the years and decades and centuries, but they have not. There are places to go, but either I would not be me when I went there, or I would remain myself and so still have my memories. By waiting for them to drop away all this time I have grown into them, and they into me. We have become each other. There is no way back I consider worth taking.

Look To Windward by Iain M. Banks
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The point, of course, is that the people who spent days and sweated buckets could also have taken an aircraft to the summit if all they wanted was to absorb the view. It is the struggle that they crave. The sense of achievement is produced by the route to the peak, not the peak itself. It is just the fold between the pages.

Look To Windward
by Iain M. Banks
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This one though, is especially poignant because the subject fits in so well with the style.

He looks as if the withering of his physical body has begun… perhaps there’s a mental withering as well? Beautiful!

See more at Gerard Pestarque’s site and Flickr.

See more at Gerard Pestarque’s site and Flickr.

via Artistaday.com

by Stephen Alvarez

via Kevin Chung at My Modern Metropolis