"I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe whirling within me."
— Nikos Kazantzakis (via itsquoted)
Jane Fisher, Hotel Window
"So much of what we live goes on inside–
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead."
— Dana Gioia, Unsaid (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
"Silence and space weigh equally upon the heart. A sudden love, a great work, a decisive act, a thought that transfigures, all these at certain moments bring the same unbearable anxiety, quickened with an irresistible charm. Living like this, in the delicious anguish of being, in exquisite proximity to a danger whose name we do not know, is the same as rushing to your doom? Once again, without respite, let us race to our destruction. I have always felt I lived on the high seas, threatened, at the heart of a royal happiness."
— Albert Camus, The Sea Close By (via ounu)
"We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny, but what we put into it is ours."
— Dag Hammarskjöld
"Jim, a tennis ball is the ultimate body. Perfectly round. Even distribution of mass. But empty inside, utterly, a vacuum. Susceptible to whim, spin, to force— used well or poorly. It will reflect your own character. Characterless itself. Pure potential."
— David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via talesofpassingtime)
"[Family life must have been different] in the days when a family had fed on the produce of the same few miles of country for six generations, and that perhaps was why they saw nymphs in the fountains and dryads in the wood - they were not mistaken for there was in a sense real (not metaphorical) connections between them and the countryside. What had been earth and air and later corn, and later still bread, really was in them. We of course who live on a standardized international diet…are artificial beings and have no connection (save in sentiment) with any place on earth. We are synthetic men, uprooted. The strength of the hills is not ours."
Ed Fairburn, North America
"The dizziness in the face of les espaces infinis—only overcome if we dare to gaze into them without any protection. And accept them as the reality before which we must justify our existence. For this is the truth we must reach to live, that everything is and we just in it."
— Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings
"I learn that there is no superhuman happiness, no eternity outside the sweep of days. These paltry and essential belongings, these relative truths are the only ones to stir me. As for the others, the ‘ideal’ truths, I have not enough soul to understand them. Not that one must be an animal, but I find no meaning in the happiness of angels. I know simply that this sky will last longer than I. And what shall I call eternity except what will continue after my death?"
— Albert Camus, Summer in Algiers