the betrayal knows my name (2010)
Poets have their desks and pockets filled with poems, artists with sketches, and mine are filled with equations, calculus and books.
After all, we, scientists and you, romantics, aren't so different.
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There is something so comforting, so soothing about a mug of hot chocolate. No matter how old I am, I think chocolat chaud will always have the ability to take me back to special times, when all of the world's problems seemed to melt away by consuming one simple beverage.
Lisa Schroeder, My Secret Guide to Paris
I am that clumsy human,
always loving, loving, loving.
And never leaving.
“I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
When a physicist falls in love :)
Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946.
"i can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies but not the madness of people."
isaac newton
Vardges Petrosyan, Years Lived and Unlived (translated by metamorphesque)
days filled with reading 💭
Of chess, it has been said that life is not long enough for it, but that is the fault of life, not chess.
-William Napier