I demand that the purveyors of despair who pretend to be dispassionate observes of the human condition go ahead and disclose that the 10 most beautiful words in the English languages are chimes, dawn, golden, hush, lullaby, luminous, melody, mist, murmuring, and tranquil; that Java sparrows prefer the music of Bach over that of Schoenberg;… Continue reading Rob Brezsny
She awakens first at the touch of love; before that time she is a dream, yet in her dream life we can distinguish two stages: in the first, love dreams about her; in the second, she dreams about love. — Søren Kierkegaard, The Seducer’s Diary. (Princeton University Press, August 18, 1997) Originally published 1843.
“I have a thin skin. I think this is part and parcel of depression and anxiety – to be precise – being a person quite likely to get depression and anxiety … I don’t fight it. I accept things more. This is who I am. And besides, fighting it actually makes it worse. The trick… Continue reading Matt Haig
But Lord, how much love, how much love I used to experience in my daydreams… — Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground. (Vintage; Reprint edition August 30, 1994) Originally published 1864.
The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your… Continue reading Carlos Castaneda
I love all those who are as heavy drops. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra. (Penguin Books; Later Printing edition March 30, 1978) Originally published 1883.
It is true: we love life not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for None and All. (Penguin Books; Later Printing edition March 30,… Continue reading Friedrich Nietzsche