Don’t be fooled,these lines were not written by mebut, one day by a heron or a shower of rain,another by an aspen.A hint of love was enoughto set them alight. — Phillippe Jaccottet, from “Windblown Fragments,” trans. C. K. Snead, Sport 38 (Winter 2010)
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”
It is perhaps when our lives are at their most problematic that we are likely to be most receptive to beautiful things. — Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness (Pantheon; First Edition, October 3, 2006)
The starry vault of heaven is in truth the open book of cosmic projection, in which are reflected the mythologems, i.e., the archetypes. In this vision astrology and alchemy, the two classical functionaries of the psychology of the collective unconscious, join hands. ― C.G. Jung, On the Nature of the Psyche. (Routledge; 2 edition July… Continue reading C.G. Jung
Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakens. ― C.G. Jung
There is a desert on the moon where the dreamer sinks so deeply into the ground that she reaches hell. — C.G. Jung, Man and His Symbols. (Dell August 15, 1968)
Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate. ― C.G. Jung
Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved. ― Alain de Botton, On Love (Grove Press; Revised edition,… Continue reading Alain de Botton
I only exist here as a formality. — Ingmar Bergman, from the screenplay The Passion of Anna (1969)
Every sensitive person carries in himself old cities enclosed by ancient walls — Robert Walser. A German-speaking Swiss writer, Walser is understood to be the missing link between Kleist and Kafka. Confined to a sanatorium in Herisau, Switzerland, he used to write ‘micrograms’, (undecipherable short texts handwritten in a nano text-size) and take long walks.… Continue reading Robert Walser
The Vale of Soul-Making 