We do strange things for the people we love. We lie to them, we lie for them. There may be some bumps along the way, but we never stop wanting the best for them. That’s what makes it such a tough job. Kind of the best job in the world. — Julie Bowen [Claire] Modern… Continue reading Julie Bowen
Love, We Must Part Now Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitious and bitter. In the past There has been too much moonlight and self-pity: Let us have done with it: for now at last Never has sun more boldly paced the sky, Never were hearts more eager to be free,… Continue reading Philip Larkin
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts not breaths; in feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. — Aristotle (384–322 BC)
It’s the personal that makes things count, steadies a fact into importance. Otherwise, there it is among the moon rising, a piece of paper being torn, starfish at the bottom of the sea. Stephen Dunn, from “Loves,” Poetry (February 1990)
You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things. — Jamie Tworkowski, If You… Continue reading Jamie Tworkowski
Nothing’s so beautiful as the memory of it Gathering light as glass does, As glass does when the sundown is on it and darkness is still a thousand miles away. — Charles Wright, from “A Journal of the Year of the Ox,” Zone Journals (Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, 1988)
The consequence of having seen God is madness, not in the sense that one becomes mentally ill, no, but that a kind of madness is set between you and others: people cannot nor will not understand you. — Søren Kierkegaard, Provocations: Spiritual Writings of Kierkegaard. (Orbis Books March 8, 2004) Originally published 1999.