I know the old season is almost over, and I almost love my own shadow again– — Eamon Grennan, from “In Late February,” Relations: New & Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 1998) Advertisements
How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; — W. B. Yeats, from “When You Are Old,” The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats. Edited by Richard J. Finneran, (Scribner,… Continue reading W. B. Yeats
I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul. — Bram Stoker, Dracula. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1st edition, December 17, 1996) Originally published May 26th 1897.
I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot. ― Bram Stoker, Dracula. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1st edition, December 17, 1996) Originally published May 26th 1897.
Where the world ends The mind is made unchanging, for it finds Miracle, ecstasy, the impossible hope, The flagstone under all, the fire of fires, The roots of the world– — W. B. Yeats, from The Shadowy Waters: A Dramatic Poem. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC, June 17, 2004) Originally published 1900.
And I shall resemble the wretches famed in fable, crushed beneath the weight of their wish come true. And I even feel a strange desire come over me, the desire to know what I am doing, and why. So I near the goal I set myself in my young days and which prevented me from… Continue reading Samuel Beckett
It is better to adopt the simplest explanation, even if it is not simple, even if it does not explain very much. A bright light is not necessary, a taper is all one needs to live in strangeness, if it faithfully burns. — Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies. (Grove Pr, February 1978) Originally published 1951.