I have never been able to understand people with consistent lives – people who, for example, grow up in a liberal Catholic household and stay that way; or who in junior high school are already laying down a record on which to run for president one day. Imagine having no discarded personalities, no vestigial selves, no visible ruptures with yourself, no gulf of self-forgetfulness, nothing that requires explanation, no alien version of yourself that requires humor and accommodation. What kind of life is that?
Tongues Untied // Michael Warner
Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind…
Twelve Days // Vita Sackville-West
Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.
// Václav Havel
It was August. She was laughing, she felt carefree, her arms were bare and soft, and she had white stockings under her short dress.
// D.H. Lawrence
I who had opened your wound bit on it — did you feel me?
As into the gold of a honeycomb I bit.
// Delmira Agustini
Regenerative experiences: Plunge into the sea. The sun. An old city. Silence.
// Susan Sontag
It is all happening, here and now, the past is waiting for me, it has the blue colour of her eyes.
// Bo Carpelan
I regard and respect the genuinely human, living with nature — not going against nature — as refinement. I ask, what most makes me a human being.
// Vincent van Gogh
There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.
// Gustave Flaubert
And are you in love? And are you happy? And do you sometimes write a poem? And have you had your hair cut? And have you met anybody of such beauty your eyes dance, as the waves danced?
// Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Quentin Bell