and the heart, if it is still alive, feels something— a yearning for which we have no name but which we may remember, years later, in the darkness, — Mary Oliver, from “A Fox in the Dark,” Swan: Poems and Prose Poems (Beacon Press, 2010)
Man cannot sprout wings unless he has first reached the brink of the abyss! — ― Nikos Kazantzakis, The Last Temptation of Christ. (Simon & Schuster; Reprint edition March 1, 1998) Originally published 1952.
To live in this world you must be able to do three things to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. — Mary Oliver, from “In Blackwater Woods,” American Primitive. (Back Bay… Continue reading Mary Oliver
The trees you planted in childhood have grown too heavy. You cannot bring them along. Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold. — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Sonnet 4,” The Sonnets of Orpheus, in A Year with Rilke: Daily Readings from the Best of Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. & edited by Anita… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Don’t be a cunt. — Buddha (c. 563 BCE/480 BCE – c. 483 BCE/400 BCE)
Believe me these are not just words talking. This is my life, thinking of the darkness to follow. — Mary Oliver, from “Sand Dabs, Three,” West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems (Houghton Mifflin, 1997)
Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted. — Rabindranath Tagore