We’re left without a chance, ignorant and remorseful among the ruins of our ambitions. — Ingmar Bergman
Don’t despair: despair suggests you are in total control and know what is coming. You don’t – surrender to events with hope. ― Alain de Botton
The question is how you rearrange the stars above your head, to open up unexpected paths on the ground beneath your feet. — Brian Holmes, “Guattari’s Schizoanalytic Cartographies” or “The Pathic Core at the Heart of Cybernetics,” Continental Drift.
You withdraw into your sorrow: this, at least, is yours. — Hans Urs von Balthasar, Heart of the World. (Ignatius Press, June 1, 1980)
If, however, the balloon of one’s life happens to be nine thousand feet up in the air, one doesn’t simply step out of it, even if one doesn’t agree with all that is going on. — Robert Musi
We are neither too late nor too early; an irremediable aspect of time Everything else is nostalgia, in either direction — Göran Sonnevi, Mozart’s Third Brain, transl. by Rika Lesser (Yale University Press, 2009)
As if nothing but the real-infinite were That beyond our comprehension was the white ocean storm, I read, formulated somewhat differently, in a passage of Kant About this I have always known Also about the dark point in the storm About the great and the small I have been at the extremes, not just in… Continue reading Göran Sonnevi