Dante Alighieri
Step into this experience with butterflies in your bones; with a nervous feeling so beautiful, you And to a place I come where nothing shines. — Dante Alighieri, Inferno, The Divine Comedy (1320)
Category: Philosophy
Ralph Waldo Emerson
To the attentive eye,each moment of the yearhas its own beauty,and in the same field,it beholds,every hour,a picture which was never seen before,and which shall never be seen again. — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature; Addresses and Lectures.(1849)
Emil Cioran
I have no ideas, only obsessions. Anybody can have ideas. Ideas have never caused anybody’s downfall. — Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair (University Of Chicago Press; 1 edition October 1, 1996) Originally published 1933.
Rumi
Every story is us. That’s who we are,from beginning to no-matter-how it ends. —Rumi, from “The Polisher,” Rumi: the Book of Love Poems of Ecstasy and Longing, transl. by Coleman Barks (HarperOne, 2003)
Richelle E. Goodrich
Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it’s the gloom—the cold, dark air—that receives notice. We fail to see the miracle of raindrops through our own tears. ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, June 23,… Continue reading Richelle E. Goodrich
G.K. Chesterton
It is idle to talk always of the alternative of reason and faith. Reason is itself a matter of faith. It is an act of faith to assert that our thoughts have any relation to reality at all. — G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy (Ignatius Press; First edition, June 19, 1995)
Emil Cioran
Time is heavy sometimes; imagine how heavy eternity must be. — Emil Cioran, The Book of Delusions ( Humanitas, January 1, 1991) Originally published January 1, 1936,
Emil Cioran
ine how heavy eternity must be. — Emil Cioran, The Book of Delusions ( Humanitas, January 1, 1991) Originally publishedJanuary 1, 1936,
Robert Fulghum
We even make ourselves up, fusing what we are with what we wish into what we must become. I’m not sure why it must be so, but it is. – Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten (Ballantine Books; Anniversary, Subsequent edition, September 30, 2003) Originally published September 1, 1988,
Jacques Derrida
…For who could ever venture a “we” without trembling? — Jacques Derrida, The Work of Mourning (University Of Chicago Press; 1st edition, September 15, 2003)
The Vale of Soul-Making 