January 2011
93 posts
It’s winter
The loud-mouthed wind bellows
up the fjord,
the houses shake but stand
braving themselves
against the storm,
under the sombre sky
glimmer mellow lights
Kjell Sandvik, Source: Sea & Sky
Erik Satie, ‘Gymnopedies III Lent Et...
“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on”
– Havelock Ellis
It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn’t matter what we call it; What matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over -Paulo Coelho
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Source: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
p.s. it took almost thirty years…
“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Source: Everything is Illuminated
Leaving home in a sense involves a kind of second birth in which we give birth to ourselves
-Robert Neelly Bellah, Source: Habits of the Heart, 1985
Kaki King, ‘Life being what it is’
Alfredo: Living here day by day, you think it’s the center of the world. You believe nothing will ever change. Then you leave: a year, two years. When you come back, everything’s changed. The thread’s broken. What you came to find isn’t there. What was yours is gone. You have to go away for a long time… many years… before you can come back and find your people....
what an exhausting world i’m living in. hopeless hearts filled with hope, hope for a new beginning, a better life, a life. then nothingness but work, buried dreams and supressing feelings. i fuck the world today. tomorrow is weekend and i’ll just go to the movies, watch black swan, maybe i’ll write, maybe i’m not gonna write. i need a time out. reality off.
The body shuts down when it has too much to bear; goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb and half alive
— Jeanette Winterson (The Passion)
“Memory is the library of the mind”
– -Francis Fauvel-Gourand
A strange thing is memory, and hope. One looks backward, and the other forward, one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day
-Anna Mary Robertson Moses
Feeding the soul.
Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life; they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being...
Moby, ‘Porcelain’
‘In my...
Love me sweet with all thou art feeling, thinking, seeing; love me in the lightest part, love me in full being.
-Elizabeth Browning (1806 - 1861)
No, we don’t accomplish our love in a single year
as the flowers do; an immemorial sap
flows up through our arms when we love. Dear girl,
this: that we loved, inside us, not one who would someday appear, but
seething multitudes; not just a single child,
but also the fathers lying in our depths
like fallen mountains; also the dried-up riverbeds
of ancient mothers-;also the whole...
Nothing in my life ever seemed to fade away or take its rightful place among the pantheon of experiences that constituted my eighteen years. It was all still with me, the storage space in my brain crammed with vivid memories, packed and piled like photographs and old dresses in my grandmother’s bureau. I wasn’t just the madwoman in the attic — I was the attic itself. The past was...
A feeling, if felt long enough, becomes a part of you. In time, it can not be distinguished as a seperate but, becomes unified as one with you. It is you.
(I wrote in my journal when I was 14 years old.) -Heidi Hawkins
You must learn day by day, year by year, to broaden your horizon. The more things you love, the more you are interested in, the more you enjoy, the more you are indignant about - the more you have left when anything happens.
-Ethel Barrymore (1879 - 1959)
Joan As Police Woman, ‘Start Of My...
“If we take care of the moments, the years will take care of themselves”
– -Maria Edgeworth
As the years pass, all we need to achieve is there, in the beginning, ready to be rediscovered.
The deepest secret, the greatest prize and the holiest of grails is contained there, where it has always been, within our very existence, the essence of our being, our soul, our heart, our precious breath, this precious moment.
-Anonymous