January 2011
A Writer's Ruminations: Burning the Old Year by... →
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apoetreflects:
Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air. So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone.
Where there…
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
– Zelda Fitzgerald (via ratak-monodosico)
And if tonight my soul may find her peace
in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,...
– D.H Lawrence (via danielnolan)
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
– Samuel Beckett (via libraryland)
December 2010
All too often, when we love somebody, we don’t accept him or her as what the...
– Slavoj Žižek. (via coffeemakescreative)
The past only comes back when the present runs so smoothly that it is like the...
– Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being (via awritersruminations)
Sometimes it seems like we’re all in a prison and the crime is how much we hate...
– My So-Called Life (via quietpulse)
The apple cannot be stuck back on the Tree of Knowledge; once we begin to see,...
– Arthur Miller (via shacknoir) (via libraryland)
The Heart is the only Reality; the mind is only a transient phase.
– Ramana Maharishi (via oceanofmind)
O if one could but fly like a bird!
O to escape, to sail forth as in a ship!...
– Walt Whitman, Warble for Lilac-Time (via weelittleactress)
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in...
– Mary Engelbreit
(via heartmindspirit)
arsvitaest: Entrance →
arsvitaest:
By Rainer Maria Rilke translated by Dana Gioia
Whoever you are: step out of doors tonight, out of the room that lets you feel secure. Infinity is open to your sight. Whoever you are. With eyes that have forgotten how to see from viewing things already too well-known, lift up into the…
Stephen Sondheim on The Colbert Report
Fourteen Actors Acting - NY Times →
How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here...
– Dr. Seuss (via libraryland)
No one else will sleep with my dream, love.
You will go, we will go joined by...
– Pablo Neruda (via ksovay)
When we remember that we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands...
– Mark Twain (via iamametaphor)