“Nothing can get you if you pay it no mind. I tell you these things so you’ll not mistake my actions for fear, not think I do not know what makes a life, what makes people do the things they do. I know my fears — I’ve named them, counted them out one by one… Continue reading Kate Buckley
We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death. —Nathaniel Hawthorne, from “The Haunted Mind,” The Complete Writings of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Twice-told tales. (Palala Press September 21, 2015) Twice Told Tales Originally published 1837.
Sitting over words very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing not far like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark the echo of everything that has ever been spoken still spinning its one syllable between the earth and silence — W.S. Merwin, “Utterance,” Rain in the Trees… Continue reading W.S. Merwin
Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood … We loners … have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating — Anneli Rufus
Remember the moon survives, draws herself out crescent-thin, a curved woman. Untouchable, she bends around the shadow that pushes itself against her, and she waits. —Barbara Kingsolver, from “Remember The Moon Survives,” Another America. (Seal Pr March 1992)
Few people know how to take a walk. The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence and nothing too much. —Ralph Waldo Emerson
In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all. — Denise Levertov,… Continue reading Denise Levertov
All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow. — Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina. (Vintage; Mti edition October 16, 2012) Originally published 1878.
Black Sea One clear night while the others slept, I climbed the stairs to the roof of the house and under a sky strewn with stars I gazed at the sea, at the spread of it, the rolling crests of it raked by the wind, becoming like bits of lace tossed in the air. I… Continue reading Mark Strand
Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass. — D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover. (Modern Library; 2 edition June 12, 1983) Originally published 1928.