Reflections on Moth and Gaslight I am watching a moth fly from its perch to the gaslight on Summer Street. Suddenly the moth remembers what it means to have a home and what it means to live and to die and to be born again in the form of loneliness. Trapped. Clinging to the golden… Continue reading Jennifer Boyd
Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits. — Often attributed to A. A. Milne from his contributions to Punch, a British humor magazine, joining the staff in 1906. Was used again later in Winnie-the-Pooh. (Dutton Juvenile; Anniversary edition, October 1, 2001) Originally published October 14th 1926.
The artistic life is a long, lovely suicide. — Oscar Wilde
I, whom loneliness destroys, let silence fall, drop by drop. —Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (Harvest Books 1978) Originally published October 8th 1931.
The night I fell in love with you I lost my watch: stripping off at the sea’s edge, it fell into the dark as I swam out into a night thick with stars, with fisherman calling from one lit boat to another of their catches and harbours, leaving for the dawn. Imagine it now, plunged… Continue reading Sarah Maguire
At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world around me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all. — H. G. Wells, War Of The Worlds. (Modern Library;… Continue reading H. G. Wells
It is true when you are by yourself and you think about life, it is always sad. All that excitement and so on has a way of suddenly leaving you, and it’s as though, in the silence, somebody called your name, and you heard your name for the first time. — Katherine Mansfield, from “At… Continue reading Katherine Mansfield