As we raise our vibrations through awareness of our true being, our energy field expands in radiance and beauty. Our awareness also expands with our energy field, and we become more intuitive and telepathic. We become more heart-centered in our personal relationships and with ourselves. ― Kenneth Schmitt, Quantum Energetics and Spirituality Volume 1: Aligning… Continue reading Kenneth Schmitt
When he sees death coming, the angel flies in slow circles and weaves with tears of ice ― Federico García Lorca, In Search of Duende (New Directions April 17, 1998) First published January 1, 1933,
(She approaches the audience.This time, she can speak.) EURYDICE. There was a roar, and a coldness–I think my husband was with me.What was my husband’s name? (Eurydice turns to stone.) My husband’s name? Do you know it? (The Stones shrug their shoulders.) How strange. I don’t remember.It was horrible to see his facewhen I died.… Continue reading Sarah Ruhl
Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people… Continue reading Ray Bradbury
I’m a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can’t, and then tries the short story, which is the most demanding form after poetry. And, failing at that, only then does he take up novel writing. ― William Faulkner
To know and not to know, to be conscious of complete truthfulness while telling carefully constructed lies, to hold simultaneously two opinions which cancelled out, knowing them to be contradictory and believing in both of them, to use logic against logic, to repudiate morality while laying claim to it, to believe that democracy was impossible… Continue reading George Orwell
A conscious attempt to fall asleep is sure to produce insomnia, to try to be conscious of one’s own digestion is a sure way to upset the stomach. Consciousness is a poison when we apply it to ourselves. Consciousness is a light directed outward. It’s like the headlights on a locomotive—turn them inward and you’d… Continue reading Boris Pasternak
The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough. ― Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin (Random House June 23, 2009)
“Unchopping a Tree. Start with the leaves, the small twigs, and the nests that have been shaken, ripped, or broken off by the fall; these must be gathered and attached once again to their respective places. It is not arduous work, unless major limbs have been smashed or mutilated. If the fall was carefully and… Continue reading W.S. Merwin
I am not young enough to know everything ―Oscar Wilde
