Born in Yokohama and now based in France, artist Hina Aoyama masterfully cuts details into sheets of paper to create these super fine, lacy, and fragile artworks. Her work conveys such things as the delicacy of small butterfly wings, the fine script of a handwritten letter, and the details of a lotus flower. Using just a simple pair of scissors, Aoyama says her passion is, “to create a finest cutoff beyond the level of the very time-consuming needle lace making.”
(via jjstrawberrii)
(via etiquetteforalady)
"Recall your thoughts inward, and if while contemplating yourself, you do not perceive yourself beautiful, imitate the statuary; who when he desires a beautiful statue cuts away what is superfluous, smooths and polishes what is rough, and never desists until he has given it all the beauty his art is able to effect. In this manner must you proceed, by lopping what is luxuriant, directing what is oblique, and, by purgation, illustrating what is obscure, and thus continue to polish and beautify your statue until the divine splendour of Virtue shines upon you, and Temperance seated in pure and holy majesty rises to your view."
Plotinus | An Essay on the Beautiful (via blogut)
(via quote-book)
"I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once."
Haruki Murakami (via creatingaquietmind)
(Source: middlenameconfused, via quote-book)
"There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroad, afraid, confused, without a roadmap. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back."
Lucas Scott, One Tree Hill (via julie911)
(via quote-book)
(via love4summer)
(Source: dizzy-in-the-brain, via love4summer)
"Fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners."
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own (via helplesslyamazed)
(Source: quote-book)
"I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string."
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via jusellietokitoinkee)
(Source: quote-book)
