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
I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave. — Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation. (Riverhead Books; 2nd ed. edition October 1, 1995) Originally published 1994.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires. — Francois de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims. (Penguin Classics; First Thus edition January 28, 1982) Originally published 1665.
Nihilistic depression comes from the programmed decline of the singularity that is intelligence acting through love which slumbers within each one of us and which, in longing to encounter the totally other, recognizes what is extraordinary in him or in her, makes it exist in the space of time, and takes inspiration from it in… Continue reading Julia Kristeva
You have to be ready to be anyone in moments of danger or love. — Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase. (Hawthorne Books; Original edition August 7, 2012)