It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you. — Jean-Paul Sartre, The Flies. (1943)
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess– so she strikes our eyes! — Homer, from The Iliad. Composed around 800-725 B.C. and written down sometime between 725 and 675 B.C.
O brain, be flowers that nightingales may come to sing! ― Nikos Kazantzakis, The Odyssey: A Modern Sequel. (Simon & Schuster; Second Printing edition January 1, 1958) Originally published 1938.
Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes That was the deep uncanny mine of souls. Like veins of silver ore, they silently moved through its massive darkness. Blood welled up among the roots, on its way to the world of men, and in the dark it looked as hard as stone. Nothing else was red. There were cliffs there,… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream. — Euripides, Herakles (c. 416 BCE)
Being dead filled her beyond fulfillment. Like a fruit suffused with its own mystery and sweetness, she was filled with her vast death, which was so new, she could not understand that it had happened. ― Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes,” Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke. Edited & Translated by Stephen Mitchell.… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Intense love always leads to mourning. — Louise Glück, Triumph of Achilles. (Ecco Pr; First Edition edition May 1987)