I am the soul in agony. This passion is mine. — Arthur Rimbaud, from “The Savior Bumped Upon His Heavy Butt,” Arthur Rimbaud: Complete Works. (HarperCollins; 1st edition, March 1, 1975) Advertisements
Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be. — Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959. (Ivan R. Dee; First Edition U.S. edition, April 2, 2008) Originally published 1989. Write
It is not the melancholy of ruined things that breaks the heart, but the desperate love of what lasts eternally in eternal youth: love of the future. — Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959 (Ivan R. Dee Publisher, 2008; first published 1989)
The Desire To Paint Unhappy perhaps is the man, but happy the artist, who is torn with this desire. I burn to paint a certain woman who has appeared to me so rarely, and so swiftly fled away, like some beautiful, regrettable thing the traveller must leave behind him in the night. It is already… Continue reading Charles Baudelaire
There’s a spring inside me that’s broken. — Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea. New Directions Publishing Corporation January 1, 1975) Originally published 1938.
WIDE, the margin between carte blanche and the white page. Nevertheless it is not in the margin that you can find me, but in the yet whiter one that separates the word-strewn sheet from the transparent, the written page from the one to be written in the infinite space where the eye turns back to… Continue reading Edmond Jabès
There is not love of life without despair about life. ― Albert Camus, The Stranger. . (Vintage, March 13, 1989) Originally published 1942.