The gods grant nothing more than life,
So let us reject whatever lifts us
To unbreathable heights,
Eternal but flowerless.
All that we need to accept is science,
And as long as the blood in our veins still
pulses
And love does not shrivel,
Let us go on
Like panes of glass: transparent to light,
Pattered by the sad rain trickling down,
Warmed by the sun,
And reflecting a little.
~Fernando Pessoa
I have in me like a haze
Which holds and which is nothing
A nostalgia for nothing at all,
The desire for something vague.
I’m wrapped by it
As by a fog, and I see
The final star shining
Above the stub in my ashtray.
I smoked my life. How uncertain
All I saw or read! All
The world is a great open book
That smiles at me in an unknown tongue.
Which holds and which is nothing
A nostalgia for nothing at all,
The desire for something vague.
I’m wrapped by it
As by a fog, and I see
The final star shining
Above the stub in my ashtray.
I smoked my life. How uncertain
All I saw or read! All
The world is a great open book
That smiles at me in an unknown tongue.
~Fernando Pessoa
“I've learned that no matter what happens, or
how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've
learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these
three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll
miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a
"living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've
learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you
shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be
able to throw something back. I've learned that whenever I decide something
with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even
when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day you
should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly
pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that
people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people
will never forget how you made them feel.”
― Maya Angelou
― Maya Angelou
“He is thinking about asymmetry. This is a world,
he is thinking, where you can lie in bed, listening to a song as you dream
about someone you love, and your feelings and the music will resonate so
powerfully and completely that it seems impossible that the beloved, whoever
and wherever he or she might be, should not know, should not pick up this
signal as it pulsates from your heart, as if you and the music and the love and
the whole universe have merged into one force that can be channeled out into
the darkness to bring them this message. But, in actuality, not only will he or
she not know, there is nothing to stop that other person from lying on his or
her bed at the exact moment listening to the exact same song and thinking about
someone else entirely-from aiming those identical feelings in some completely
opposite direction, at some totally other person, who may in turn be lying in
the dark thinking of another person still, a fourth, who is thinking of a
fifth, and so on, and so on, so that rather than a universe of neatly
reciprocating pairs, love and love-returned fluttering through space nicely and
symmetrically like so many pairs of butterfly wings, instead we get chains of
yearning, which sprawl and meander and culminate in an infinite number of dead
ends.”
― Paul Murray
― Paul Murray
“We do know that no one gets wise enough to
really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to
try.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Bingo Palace
― Louise Erdrich, The Bingo Palace
“Some people meet the way the sky meets the
earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It
exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense.”
― Louise Erdrich, Tales of Burning Love
― Louise Erdrich, Tales of Burning Love
“Other freshmen were already moving into their
dormitory rooms when we arrived, with their parents helping haul. I saw boxes
of paperbacks, stereo equipment, Dylan albums and varnished acoustic guitars,
home-knitted afghans, none as brilliant as mine, Janis posters, Bowie posters,
Day-Glo bedsheets, hacky sacks, stuffed bears. But as we carried my trunk up
two flights of stairs terror invaded me. Although I was studying French because
I dreamed of going to Paris, I actually dreaded leaving home, and in the end my
parents did not want me to leave, either. But this is how children are
sacrificed into their futures: I had to go, and here I was. We walked back down
the stairs. I was too numb to cry, but I watched my mother and father as they
stood beside the car and waved. That moment is a still image; I can call it up
as if it were a photograph. My father, so thin and athletic, looked almost
frail with shock, while my mother, whose beauty was still remarkable, and who
was known on the reservation for her silence and reserve, had left off her
characteristic gravity. Her face and my father's were naked with love. It
wasn't something thatwe talked about—love. But they allowed me this one clear
look at it. It blazed from them. And then they left.”
― Louise Erdrich
― Louise Erdrich
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