Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment. ― Harlan Ellison
Language can only deal meaningfully with a special, restricted segment of reality. The rest, and it is presumably the much larger part, is silence. — George Steiner
There is no past we can bring back by longing for it. There is only an eternal now that builds and creates out of the past something new and better. ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Invictus Out of the night that covers meBlack as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance,I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of… Continue reading William Ernest Henley
Poetry is truly an anaerobic creature, creating the atmosphere to sustain itself from the very atmosphere of itself that it creates. It is foolish to look outside the act of making poetry for that oxygen. One’s personal poetry, the fruit of one’s temperament, is an unassailable realm. Its success or failure has hardly anything to… Continue reading Thomas McCarthy
My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing. — Marcel Proust
I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women, when they love, give everything. — Oscar Wilde
Contradict yourself. In order to live, you must remain broken up. ― Wyndham Lewis
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being to which we rarely penetrate for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. ― T.S. Eliot
A book is more than a verbal structure or series of verbal structures; it is the dialogue it establishes with its reader and the intonation it imposes upon his voice and the changing and durable images it leaves in his memory. A book is not an isolated being: it is a relationship, an axis of… Continue reading Jorge Luis Borges
The Vale of Soul-Making 