Closure is just as delusive–it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.― Stephen Grosz, The Examined Life: How We Lose and Find Ourselves. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1 edition May 12, 2014)
When the sky appears in pain and sunset no more than a wound, what are the thoughts that occur to a libertine soul like yours? — Charles Baudelaire, from “Horreur Sympathique (Sympathetic Horror),” Les Fleurs Du Mal. Translated by Richard Howard. (David R. Godine October 1st 1983) Originally published 1857.
I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin. — J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction. (Back Bay Books January 30, 2001) Originally published January 1st 1955.
While out of Time, Timelessness brims Like oil on black water, to coil out and spread On the time that seems past and the time that may come, And both the same under The present’s darkening dome. —Robert Penn Warren, from “Antinomy: Time and Identity,” Being Here: Poetry 1977-1979 (Random House, 1980)
We fly to beauty as an asylum from the terrors of finite nature. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: The conduct of life. (Ams Pr Inc June 2004) Originally published 1841.
The death of earth is to become water and the death of water is to become air and death of air is to become fire and reversely, Heraclitus says. I say the death of us is to become. — Heather McHugh, from “Scenes from a Death,” Hinge & Sign: Poems, 1968–1993. (Wesleyan March 1, 2011) Originally… Continue reading Heather McHugh
Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like. — Lemony Snicket, The Slippery Slope (A Series of Unfortunate Events, Book 10). (HarperCollins September 23, 2003)
I know the purity of pure despair, My shadow pinned against a sweating wall. That place among the rocks—is it a cave, Or winding path? The edge is what I have. — Theodore Roethke, from “In a Dark Time,” Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke. (Anchor Books January 10, 1975) Originally published 1961.
Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice. —F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Sensible Thing.” (Steel Guitar Publishing February 27th 2011) Originally published in 1924.