“Faust complained about having two souls in his breast, but I harbor a whole crowd of them and they quarrel. It is like being in a republic.”
— Otto von Bismarck.
December 19, 2010, 9:49pm
“The prospects of future good, which future years may hold on us, seem at such a moment dull and dubious, and are apt to be slighted, for objects on which the daylight is falling strongly, and showing us in all their freshness just within our grasp.”
— John Rae.
(Source: newyorker.com)
December 19, 2010, 9:43pm
“[W]hat’s wrong with you? Or what’s wrong with me? Why does everything you know, and everything you’ve learned, confirm you in what you believed before? Whereas in my case, what I grew up with, and what I thought I believed, is chipped away a little and a little, a fragment then a piece and then a piece more. With every month that passes, the corners are knocked off the certainties of this world: and the next world too.”
— Mantel, Hillary. Wolf Hall. New York: Picador, 2009. 36.
December 18, 2010, 9:13pm
“He will remember his first sight of the open sea: a gray, wrinkled vastness, like the residue of a dream.”
— Mantel, Hillary. Wolf Hall. New York: Picador, 2009. 15.
December 18, 2010, 7:25pm
“We no longer reveal totality within ourselves by lightning flashes. We approach it through the accumulation of sediments… . lightning flashes are the shivers of one who desires or dreams of a totality that is impossible or yet to come.”
— Edouard Glissant
December 09, 2010, 1:54pm
“Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?”
— Rose Kennedy.
December 02, 2010, 9:04am
“When I’m working on a problem, I never think about beauty. I think only how to solve the problem. But when I have finished, if the solution is not beautiful, I know it is wrong.”
— Buckminster Fuller
November 28, 2010, 4:40am
“There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in proportion.”
— Francis Bacon.
November 08, 2010, 2:39pm
“She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes!”
— Hurston, Zora Neale. Their Eyes Were Watching God.
June 03, 2010, 1:38am
Letter from Amelia Earhart to her fiance’ on the morning of their wedding. What a woman…
Reblogged from Honey and trombones.
April 20, 2010, 7:03pm
