In the forest I could hear everything from the soft compression of the grass beneath my feet, to the scraping of rabbits’ claws against bark as they hid from the hollow fall of a bird of prey; when I crossed into the city, the cars in traffic crashed against my ear drums, and so I returned to the forest, deaf.
It was life…and it was a dream, a dream within this life; and this life too is a...– H.G. Wells, The Dream (via touba) (via crashinglybeautiful)
When people walk and talk at the same time, they do not notice where or when, but they notice who and whom.
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What amazes you; what plants itself in your chest so that it may promptly burst out in expression?
Trek through the snow, take my thoughts, my dreams will illuminate your way.
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The magic dust comes out in the night while I sleep, envelops me, tricks me to jump, and fall.
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My eyes, they want to leap from eyes on snowy days like this, just to fall to the ground in any resemblance of the beautiful white orbs that slowly descend to live among us.
I do not know what way to move; I am of two minds.– Sappho (via hotelnewbabylon) (via xineann) (via crashinglybeautiful)
Don’t shred yourself to tears: that’s what I learned from falling into too much guilt.
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She screamed “Scandal, my son, that is a sin!” and tottered off down the street in the way stout old women do, and I berated myself for months, slowly peeling away the corners of my memory with guilty fingers until I felt like I was holding my brain in my hands for the world to see, to laugh at—and then today, my mind slipped from my hands when I heard that the old woman who...
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Axes to grind, continued
Original post: For my composition class this semester, our professor wants us to think about what “axes we grind” in our short stories—that is to say, the things that really irk us about the world, so we can think about how we can complicate and raise questions in our work. Below is my running list: Egotism Moral hypocrisy Insincerity Extreme pretension Extreme selfishness Arrogance ...
Axes to grind
For my composition class this semester, our professor wants us to think about what “axes we grind” in our short stories—that is to say, the things that really irk us about the world, so we can think about how we can complicate and raise questions in our work. Below is my running list: Egotism Moral hypocrisy Insincerity Extreme pretension Extreme selfishness Arrogance
He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. — W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
What we love grounds us as we strive ever higher. — [What is this?]
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It is contradiction that makes us productive.– Goethe, in a letter to Eckermann on March 28, 1827
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I built a tall tower in the forest and then went around town trying to convince everyone that I could build better homes among the trees with their bark, but the people wouldn’t listen, and they shunned me back to my new home, which I discovered had, in my absence, been torn apart stone by stone by the vines.
Renown is naught, the deed is all.– Faust, line 10188
Dear Christ! the very prison walls Suddenly seemed to reel, And the sky above...– Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol: I
Baucis and Philemon
With that The River ceast and all men there did woonder much thereat. Pirithous being over hault of mynde and such a one As did despyse bothe God and man, did laugh them everychone To scorne for giving credit, and sayd thus: The woords thou spaakst Are feyned fancies, Acheloy: and overstrong thou maakst The Gods: to say that they can give and take way shapes. This scoffe Did make the heerers all...
Blissful Yearning (From the West-Eastern Divan) Tell it no one but the wise, The crowd will only jeer: The living thing I praise, That longs for death by fire. Cooling, in those nights of love, Conceiving as you were conceived, A strange emotion fills you While the quiet candle gleams. You’re no longer in the grasp Of shadows, darkening, A new desire lifts you up On to a higher mating. No...
Hell is empty and all the devils are here…– William Shakespeare, The Tempest (via libraryland) (via crashinglybeautiful)
You go into darkness to find the light.– Beth Darlington
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