Christian Nevell Bovee
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it. — Christian Nevell Bovee, Intuitions and Summaries of Thought: Vol. 1. (1862)
Category: Meditations
Marcus Aurelius
Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present. ― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations. (Penguin Classics, October 31, 2006) Originally published 180 C.E.
Marcus Aurelius
Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them. ― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations. (Penguin Classics, October 31, 2006) Originally published 180 C.E
C.S. Lewis
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. ― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed. (HarperOne; 1 edition, February 6, 2001) Originally published 1961.
Paul Celan
The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. — Paul Celan, from “The Meridian,” Paul Celan: Selections. (University of California Press; 1st edition, March 14, 2005)
Sarah Manguso
Everything that’s ever happened has left its little wound. — Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary (Graywolf Press 2015)
Jack Kerouac
I wonder why our life must quiver between beauty and guilt, consummation and sadness, desire and regret, immortality and tattered moments unknowable, truth and beautiful meaningful lies. – Jack Kerouac, Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954 (Viking Adult, 2004)
Joe Brainard
I remember rocks you pick up outside that, once inside, you wonder why. —Joe Brainard, from “I Remember,” The Collected Writings of Joe Brainard. (Library of America March 29, 2012) Ron Padgett (Editor), Paul Auster (Foreword).
Joseph Campbel
The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature. — Joseph Campbell, A Joseph Campbell Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living. (Harper Perennial; Reprint edition May 1, 1995)
Hermann Hesse
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men,… Continue reading Hermann Hesse
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