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
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.
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)
Everything that’s ever happened has left its little wound. — Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary (Graywolf Press 2015)
I empty myself with light Until I become morning. — Charles Wright, from “33,” Littlefoot: A Poem (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2007)
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)
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).