March 2010
Frederick Woodruff's Wandering Weltanschauung: To... →
means to be in a great hurry, careening towards an uncertain future and increasingly dislodged past. Human events become trapped at the soul-starved surface of life where brief flashes of fame become a substitute for strugging to live the dreams inherent in one’s soul. Narrow forms of egotism pass…
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Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error....
– Louis Aragon
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The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on...
– Carl Sandburg, “Fog” (via chairofbullies)
If you don’t look at things through your concepts, you’ll never be...
– Anthony de Mello (thank you, Whiskey River)
Life is a performance, I thought. Perhaps the word “illusion” would have meant...
– Banana Yoshimoto, Goodbye Tsugumi (via theantidote)
I don’t know where I was going to lead these thoughts, or where I might want to...
– Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet, #27 (via marklow)
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The friend within the man is that part of him which belongs to you and opens to...
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Wisdom of the Sands, translated from French by Stuart Gilbert (via francine)
The picture must radiate light, the bodies have their own light which they...
– Egon Schiele (via yama-bato)
awayalonealastalongtheriverrun:
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
I must explain why it is that at night, in my own house,
Even when no one’s...
– Reed Whittemore (from away alone alast along the river run)
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We find by losing. We hold fast by letting go. We become something new by...
– Frederick Buechner (Another amazing quote from Whiskey River)
The clouds above us come together and disperse;
The breeze in the courtyard...
– Lu-Yu (from Whiskey River)
Sistine Chapel →
(via kateoplis)
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Now, must we not be alone? At present we are not alone - we are merely a bundle...
– J. Krishnamurti (Paris, 1950) (via predatorywaspobserver)
A man contains all that is needed to make up a tree; likewise, a tree contains...
– Cyrano de Bergerac (via nihilnoetia)
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“Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before”. Rabindranath Tagore, The Gardener, 1913, verse 85
(Thank you yama-bato)
This is what life does. It lets you walk up to
the store to buy breakfast and...
– Eleanor Lerman, from “Starfish” (via airwalker & rememo)
In a vast field
late at night
three mathematicians lay
charting the sky
with...
– Everyman, Dallas Clayton (via amelioratic & rememo)
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As I get older, I find that I believe with all my heart in the comic approach to...
– George Saunders (via supperofsalt, unicornology & stranded-wanderer)