W.B. Yeats
I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things out of this marred and clumsy world… — W.B. Yeats, The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore (Wildside Press, 2005)
I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things out of this marred and clumsy world… — W.B. Yeats, The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore (Wildside Press, 2005)
For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel. ― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 2: The Doll’s House. (Vertigo; Gph edition. March 10, 1999) Originally published June 1st 1990.
There is a desert on the moon where the dreamer sinks so deeply into the ground that she reaches hell. — C.G. Jung, Man and His Symbols. (Dell August 15, 1968)
a small truth:you move me more in a moment thanthe earth moves in a year. — Salma Deera, Letters From Medea, (October 17, 2015)
You may forget butlet me tell youthis: someone insome future timewill think of us —Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho. Translated by Anne Carson. (Virago Press Ltd November 6, 2003) C. -600 BCE.
‘Forests have secrets,’ he said gently. ‘It’s practically what they’re for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.’ — Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless. (Tor Books; First Edition edition March 29, 2011)
The centre of every poem is this:I have loved you. I have had to deal with that. — Salma Deera, Letters from Medea (2015)
Be silent and listen: have you recognized your madness and do you admit it? Have you noticed that all your foundations are completely mired in madness? Do you not want to recognize your madness and welcome it in a friendly manner? You wanted to accept everything. So accept madness too. Let the light of your… Continue reading C.G. Jung
I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis. — Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus. Published 1942 (Éditions Gallimard, in French), 1955 (Hamish Hamilton, in English)
The eternal principle, which never was born, never will die: it is in all things: it is in you now. You are a wave on the face of the ocean. When the wave is gone, is the water gone? Has anything happened? Nothing has happened. It is a play, a game, a dance. — Joseph… Continue reading Joseph Campbell