April 2013
cliqmo:
“Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.”
—Carlos Ruiz...
kateoplis: “At forty-five, I feel grateful almost... →
kateoplis:
“At forty-five, I feel grateful almost daily to be the adult I wished I could be when I was seventeen. I work on my arm strength at the gym; I’ve become pretty good with tools. At the same time, almost daily, I lose battles with the seventeen-year-old who’s still inside me. I eat half a box of…
How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by...
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via theblackquill)
I have always loved everything about you. Even what I didn’t understand. And I...
– Albert Camus (via hellanne)
I’d won the world
but like a
forsaken explorer,
I’d lost
my map.
– Anne Sexton, from “The Fury of God’s Goodbye” (via weissewiese)
I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be...
– Marya Hornbacher (via exhausted-transitional)
I am awaiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder
– Lawrence Ferlinghetti (via wordpainting)
Who claims Truth, Truth abandons. History is hir’d, or coerc’d, only in...
– Thomas Pynchon, Mason and Dixon (via gravity-rainbow)
Becoming Stones
cesaire:
mashatupitsyn:
Tsai Ming-liang on Vive L’Amour, the crying face in cinema, why the scene needed to be seven minutes long, crying as tenderness (the act of remaining tender), turning into stones, and the body as a container.
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Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony...
– Vincent Van Gogh (via strangefatality)
This is the first thing
I have understood:
Time is the echo of an axe
Within...
– Philip Larkin, “This is the First Thing”, in The North Ship (via growing-orbits)
My heart is maneuvering in rings of trembling darkness and unreasonable echoes...
– Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via c-ovet)
Our virtues and our failings are inseparable, like force and matter. When they...
– Nikola Tesla (via quantumaniac)
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his...
– Jack Gilbert; “Failing and Flying” (via poetryeater)
I’m convinced that tragedy wants to harden us and that our mission is to never...
– Felicity Porter | Felicity, 1998 (via kari-shma)
I have one peculiarity which distinguishes me from all the people I know, not in...
– Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (via violentwavesofemotion)
I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d...
– Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via violentwavesofemotion)
April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing...
– T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland (via batteredshoes)
Nothing human is finally calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.
– (via damienpierce)
In a political culture of managed spectacles and passive spectators, poetry...
– Adrienne Rich, “Someone is Writing a Poem” (via adriennejournal)
Women feel more guilt than men, not because of some weird chromosomal issue but...
– Guilt Poisons Women by Germaine Greer (via mymangotree)
The artist is not a person endowed with free will who seeks his own ends, but...
– ~Carl Jung (via myelegiaalone)
Inanimate Grace: In the Evening →
inanimategrace:
It wouldn’t have lasted long anyway— the experience of years makes that clear. Even so, Fate did put an end to it a bit abruptly. It was soon over, that wonderful life. Yet how strong the scents were, what a magnificent bed we lay in, what pleasure we gave our bodies. An echo from my days…
All of us—all who knew her—felt so wholesome after we cleaned ourselves on her....
– The Bluest Eye (Toni Morrison)
The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one...
– Soren Kierkegaard (via aftrallthistime-always)
She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.
– Tom Waits
(via talisman)
Distrust your mind and go beyond. Then you will find the direct experience of...
– Nisargadatta Maharaj (via ashramof1)
Light does not get old; a photon that emerged from the big bang is the same age...
– Brian Greene, The Elegant Universe (via fulgurous)
Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I
effuse unreturn’d...
– Walt Whitman - Sometimes with One I Love
i love this, love always will have a purpose, whether to simply exist as love itself, or as inspiration for other endeavors.
(via oldthrashbarg)