But after much thought, I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing more difficult in this world than to surrender completely. This is one of man’s greatest sorrows. ― Clarice Lispector, Selected Cronicas. (New Directions November 17, 1996)
Your eyes, watching, would be beautiful, your eyes, reaching out, would glow, your lips would come alive, as they used to, at such a miracle; you were searching for it what were you looking for in front of ashes or in the rain in the fog in the wind even when the lights were growing… Continue reading Giorgos Seferis
Our power resides in our incapacity to know how alone we are. ― Emil M. Cioran, The New Gods, (University of Chicago Press March 28th 2013) Originally published 1969.
[A]nd the unveiled figure Of the self stepping unclothed, sweetly stripped Of its leaf, into starlight, and the shadow of night, The cold water warm around the narrow ankles, The body at its most weightless, a thing so durable It will–like the carved stone figures holding up The temple roof–stand and remember its gods Long… Continue reading Brigit Pegeen Kelly
There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. — Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose. (Everyman’s Library; First Edition edition… Continue reading Umberto Eco