Fireflies My fancies are fireflies, —Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark. The voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless glance,murmurs in these desultory lines. In the drowsy dark caves of the minddreams build their nest with fragmentsdropped from day’s caravan. Spring scatters the petals of flowersthat are not for the fruits of… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
You can hold back from the suffering of the world, you have permission to do so, and it is in accordance with your nature. But perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering that you could have avoided. — Franz Kafka, Aphorisms (1918)
The white of the eye is a bed frame. the iris is a base for the mattress of the pupil on which a ghost of ourselves rests while we are dreaming. —Malcolm de Chazal
Rainy, gloomy, drab, sunless day. There are times when hope seems entirely clouded over; when looking for the blessings in your circumstances feels like trying to catch a ray of sunshine from six feet under. ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year. (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform,… Continue reading Richelle E. Goodrich
The crows maintain that a single crow could destroy the heavens. There is no doubt of that, but it proves nothing against the heavens, for heaven simply means: the impossibility of crows. — Franz Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms. (Schocken; 1st American Ed edition, December 26, 2006) Originally published 1931.
I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women, when they love, give everything. — Oscar Wilde
Fear knocked at the door and faith answered. No one was there. — Anonymous. Found in an English pub after one of the many London bombings by Hitler during World War II.
‘Let me light my lamp,’ say the star, ‘and never debate if it will help to remove the darkness.’ Before the end of my journey may I reach within myself the one which is the all, leaving the outer shell to float away with the drifting multitude upon the current of chance and change. —… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires. — Francois de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims. (Penguin Classics; First Thus edition January 28, 1982) Originally published 1665.
Any and all water is the color of drowning. — Emil M. Cioran, All Gall Is Divided: Aphorisms. (Arcade Publishing August 25, 1999) Originally published 1952.