And in life, when your car breaks down, your kids get sick or you have to take a second job to pay your mortgage, you don’t get to go to a cry zone, you don’t get to pet a pony, you have to deal with it. — Iowa State Rep. Bobby Kaufmann (R) as to… Continue reading Bobby Kaufmann (Iowa State) Representative)
Manifesto I know that dying is how we escape the rest of our lives. I think that trees send us a message: do not believe you are lucky. The skins of apples and the peeler will marry; it’s simply a question of when. Believe in mourning and carrion birds. Look how their fleshy treasures dissolve… Continue reading Margot Schilpp
There are always mystical countries that are a part of one’s childhood. Those we remember and visit sometimes when we are asleep and dreaming. They are as lovely at night as they were when we were children. If you ever go back to see them they are not there. But they are as fine in… Continue reading Ernest Hemingway,
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter. — T. S. Eliot, from “East Coker: V,” The Four Quartets. (Faber & Faber 1959) Originally published 1943.
When you surrender, the problem ceases to exist. Try to solve it, or conquer it, and you only set up more resistance. I am very certain now that, as I said therein, if I truly become what I wish to be, the burden will fall away. The most difficult thing to admit, and to realize… Continue reading Henry Miller
Autumn eve – please turn to me. I, too, am stranger. — Matsuo Bashō, trans. Lucien Stryk, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Bashō (University of Hawaii Press, 1985)
There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies… Continue reading C.S. Lewis
Everything wants to float. And yet we move about like weights, attaching ourselves to everything, in thrall to gravity… — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “14,” Sonnets to Orpheus. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1 edition April 17, 2006) Originally published 1922.
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was… Continue reading John Green
zPivoting like old watches on their hidden jewels, the tall trees out the window turn toward winter. — Jane Hirshfield, from “Storm: Yaddo, 1989,” The October Palace. (Harper Perennial; Paperback Original edition March 16, 1994)