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) Advertisements
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.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. ― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed. (HarperOne; 1 edition, February 6, 2001) Originally published 1961.
For language to have meaning there must be intervals of silence somewhere, to divide word from word and utterance from utterance. He who retires into silence does not necessarily hate language. Perhaps it is love and respect for language which imposes silence upon him. — Thomas Merton, Disputed Questions. (Harvest Books; 1st Harvest/HBJ ed edition,… Continue reading Thomas Merton
You withdraw into your sorrow: this, at least, is yours. — Hans Urs von Balthasar, Heart of the World. (Ignatius Press, June 1, 1980)