The real struggle is with the duende…. To help us seek the duende there is neither map nor discipline. All one knows is that it burns the blood like powdered glass, that it exhausts, that it rejects all the sweet geometry one has learned, that it breaks with all styles….These dark sounds are the mystery, the roots thrusting into the fertile loam known to all of us, ignored by all of us, but from which we get what is real in art… .”
- Frederico Garcia Lorca
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
—Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via arpeggia)