And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the… Continue reading Kahlil Gibran
Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow. — Kahlil Gibran, Broken Wings: Silent Sorrow. ( White Cloud Press; 1st edition July 1, 1998) Originally published: 1912
The resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you lives. ― Kahlil Gibran, Beloved Prophet: The Love Letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell, and Her Private Journal. (Knopf; 1st edition, February 12, 1972)
“The morning after / my death” The morning after my death we will sit in cafés but I will not be there I will not be * There was the great death of birds the moon was consumed with fire the stars were visible until noon. Green was the forest drenched with… Continue reading Etel Adnan
Spring is dangerous, like love. And love survives the lovers. — Etel Adnan, from “A Season,” New! (no.3, 2007)
Morning. Vast. Imprecision. Fog has covered everything in gray absolute. This has lasted. Doubt looms over the mind. Absence is harder to accept than death. ― Etel Adnan, Sea and Fog. (Nightboat, January 13, 2012) Originally published October 11th 2011.
Love in all its forms is the most important matter that we will ever face, but also the most dangerous, the most unpredictable, the most maddening. But it is also the only salvation I know of. — Etel Adnan, Etel Adnan: on Love and the Cost We Are Not Willing to Pay Today (Hatje Cantz… Continue reading Etel Adnan