But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin. ― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World. (Harper Perennial Modern Classics 1998) Originally published 1932. Advertisements
Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness… Continue reading Aldous Huxley
Or, to believe it’s there within you though the key’s missing makes it enough? — Denise Levertov, from “Kingdoms of Heaven,” Poems, 1960-1967 (New Directions; First Edition edition, May 17, 1983)
The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude. — Aldous Huxley, Proper Studies. (Chatto & Windus; Collected ed edition, December 1949) Originally published 1927.
When does night fold its arms over our hearts to cherish them? — Denise Levertov, fron “That Passeth All Understanding,” Oblique Prayers: Poetry. (New Directions, New York, 1984)
Perhaps it’s good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he’s happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life? — Aldous Huxley, Antic Hay. (Kessinger Publishing May 2005) Originally published 1923.
Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling. ― Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness. (HarperCollins Publishers; 1st edition June 11, 2013)