If sleep were not an agency of change we would wake every day exactly as we were when we went to sleep. But every day is convulsed by a death and a resurrection. — Christopher Potter, How to Make a Human Being: A Body of Evidence (Fourth Estate Ltd., 2014) Advertisements
To perceive a landscape is therefore to carry out an act of remembrance, and remembering is not so much a matter of calling up an internal image, stored in the mind, as of engaging perceptually with an environment that is itself pregnant with the past. — Tim Ingold, from “The Temporality of the Landscape,” World… Continue reading Tim Ingold
You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling. — Tom Hardy [Earnes] Inception (2010) Directed, written, & produced by Christopher Nolan.
I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement. ― Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (Harvest Books 1978) Originally published October 8th 1931.
What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart? — Virginia Woolf, Night and Day. (Penguin Classics; Reprint edition, January 1, 1996) Originally published October 1919.
I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it griev’d my heart to think What man has made of man. —… Continue reading William Wordsworth
In the uncertain hour before the morning Near the ending of interminable night At the recurrent end of the unending After the dark dove with flickering tongue Had passed below the horizon of his homing While the dead leaves still rattled on like tin — T. S. Eliot, from “Little Gidding,” Four Quartets (Harcourt, 1943)