And I somehow always felt less lonely when I was completely alone. – Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain (Atria, 2010) Advertisements
My grief is my castle, which like an eagle’s nest is built high up on the mountain peaks among the clouds; nothing can storm it. From it I fly down into reality to seize my prey; but i do not remain down there, I bring it home with me, and this prey is a picture… Continue reading Søren Kierkegaard
Kiss me, and you will see how important I am. ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (Anchor; Unabridged edition October 17, 2000)
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your… Continue reading C.S. Lewis
Poetry is the language of intensity. Because we are going to die, an expression of intensity is justified. ― C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil. (Copper Canyon Press; First Printing edition, February 1, 2005)
The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough. ― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature and Selected Essays. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition May 27, 2003) Originally published 1836.
I believe that there is a longing in my soul that searches the whole world. — Søren Kierkegaard, Kierkegaard’s Writings, IV, Part II: Either/Or: Part II. (Princeton University Press, 2013)