There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life. — Federico Fellini, Fellini on Fellini. (Da Capo Press, March 22, 1996) Originally published January 1st 1976.
Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return. — Leonardo da Vinci
As for me, I used to be a bird with a gentle white womb, someone cut my throat just for laughs, I don’t know. As for me, I used to be a great albatross and whirled over the seas. Someone put an end to my journey, without any charity in the tone of… Continue reading Alda Merini
I have understood: the tree must be wounded so that the scion should find its own place, understood: the tree must be wounded to let life seep through; understood: I must open myself— (my life’s frontiers shift so that what is not mine becomes mine. And should they not shift so that mine becomes not… Continue reading Pope John Paul II
There is a certain amount of kindness, just as there is a certain amount of light,” he continued in measured tones. “We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do… Continue reading E. M. Forster
From nerves veins valves ventricles from tendons cartilage nerves ducts from follicles nerves ribs clavicles … from every pore my soul erupts. — Patrizia Valduga, from “One Hundred Quatrains,” trans. Geoffrey Brock, Poetry (December 2007)
And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong, to measure yourself at least once, to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing blind, deaf stone alone, with nothing to help you but your own hands and your own… Continue reading Primo Levi