Whoever doesn’t live in poetry cannot survive here on earth. ― Halldór Laxness, Under the Glacier. (Vintage, March 8, 2005) Originally published 1968.
I don’t have a philosophy: I have senses… If I talk about Nature, it’s not because I know what it is, But because I love it, and that’s why I love it, Because when you love you never know what you love, Or why you love, or what love is. Loving is eternal innocence, And… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa
Let them think what they liked, but I didn’t mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank — but that’s not the same thing. ― Joseph Conrad, from “The Secret Sharer,” The Secret Sharer and other stories. (Phoenix (an Imprint of The Orion Publishing Group Ltd), May 6, 1999) Originally published 1909.
Sometimes hope (ever more distant) spreads her long branches in the wind, — Roberto Sosa, from “Tegucigalpa,” Return of the River (Curbstone Books, 2001)
The field cannot be well seen from within the field. — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: IX. Circles (1841)
… I’d like to live with you In some small town, In never-ending twilight … — Marina Tsvetaeva, from “We Shall Not Escape Hell,” Selected Poetry, trans. Elaine Feinstein (Oxford University Press, 1971)
One word and all is saved One word and all is lost — André Breton, from “Unconscious,” Poems of André Breton: A Bilingual Anthology (University of Texas Press, 1982)