As in flowers, beauty grows slowly, silently in the poet. — Sabina Berman, The Theatre of Sabina Berman: The Agony of Ecstasy and Other Plays. trans. Associate Professor Adam Versenyi Southern Illinois University Press; 1st edition, December 30, 2002) Advertisements
So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be. — Jean-Paul Sartre, from “No Exit,” No Exit and Three Other Plays. (Vintage; Reissue edition, October 23, 1989) Originally published 1947.
Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left. — Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited (Vintage, 2006)
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. — William Shakespeare, As You Like It. Act II Scene… Continue reading William Shakespeare
You see things; you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say ‘Why not? ― George Bernard Shaw, Back to Methuselah. (BiblioBazaar, January 30, 2007) Originally published 1921.
We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to… Continue reading Tom Stoppard
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. — William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice Act II. Scene vi.