Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask? Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked? Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this? Or are you not terrified by it? I have… Continue reading Søren Kierkegaard
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your… Continue reading C.S. Lewis
I believe that there is a longing in my soul that searches the whole world. — Søren Kierkegaard, Kierkegaard’s Writings, IV, Part II: Either/Or: Part II. (Princeton University Press, 2013)
I am not a person with whom it is advisable to link one’s fate. — Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace. (Routledge; Complete English ed. edition November 14, 2002)
The real subject in poetry isn’t the voice. The real subject is silence. It’s like in architecture, where the medium is not really stone or metal, but space. We use materials—brick, glass, whatever— to inflect the immaterial, space. I would say that the real medium of poetry is inner space, the silence of our deepest… Continue reading Li-Young Lee
Human existence is so fragile a thing and exposed to such dangers that I cannot love without trembling. — Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace. (Routledge; 1 edition, November 14, 2002) Originally published 1947.
Stars and blossoming fruit trees: Utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity. — Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace. (Routledge; 1 edition, November 14, 2002) Originally published 1947.