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  • #1
    William Shakespeare
    “To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
    To the last syllable of recorded time;
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
    Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
    And then is heard no more. It is a tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #2
    Joseph Conrad
    “Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets.”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #3
    Joseph Conrad
    “We live as we dream--alone....”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #4
    James Joyce
    “A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
    James Joyce, Dubliners

  • #5
    Kahlil Gibran
    “Do not love half lovers
    Do not entertain half friends
    Do not indulge in works of the half talented
    Do not live half a life
    and do not die a half death
    If you choose silence, then be silent
    When you speak, do so until you are finished
    Do not silence yourself to say something
    And do not speak to be silent
    If you accept, then express it bluntly
    Do not mask it
    If you refuse then be clear about it
    for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance
    Do not accept half a solution
    Do not believe half truths
    Do not dream half a dream
    Do not fantasize about half hopes
    Half a drink will not quench your thirst
    Half a meal will not satiate your hunger
    Half the way will get you no where
    Half an idea will bear you no results
    Your other half is not the one you love
    It is you in another time yet in the same space
    It is you when you are not
    Half a life is a life you didn't live,
    A word you have not said
    A smile you postponed
    A love you have not had
    A friendship you did not know
    To reach and not arrive
    Work and not work
    Attend only to be absent
    What makes you a stranger to them closest to you
    and they strangers to you
    The half is a mere moment of inability
    but you are able for you are not half a being
    You are a whole that exists to live a life
    not half a life”
    Gibran Khalil Gibran

  • #6
    Akira Kurosawa
    “In a mad world, only the mad are sane.”
    Akira Kurosawa

  • #7
    James  Jones
    “If I never meet you
    In this life
    Let me feel the lack
    A glance from your eyes
    Then my life
    Will be yours”
    James Jones, The Thin Red Line

  • #8
    “Why do you look so sad?"
    "Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.”
    "Pierrot le fou"

  • #9
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
    tags: love

  • #10
    John Cage
    “Nothing more then nothing can be said.
    We make our lives by what we love.
    Being American, having been trained to be sentimental, I fought for noises … when the war came along, I decided to use only quiet sounds. There seemed to me to be no truth, no good, in anything big.
    Somebody asked Debussy how he wrote music. He said: “I take all the tones there are, leave out he one’s I don’t want, and use all the others”. Satie said: “When I was young, people told me; you’ll see when you’re fifty years old. Now I’m fifty. I’ve seen nothing”.
    Slowly as the talk goes on, we are getting nowhere – and that is a pleasure.
    It is not irritating to be where one is, it is only irritating to think one would like to be somewhere else.
    If anybody is sleepy, let him go to sleep.
    All I know about method is that when I’m not working I sometimes think I know something, but when I’m working, it is quit clear I know nothing.”
    John Cage, Silence: Lectures and Writings

  • #11
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Let everything happen to you
    Beauty and terror
    Just keep going
    No feeling is final”
    Rainer Maria Rilke

  • #12
    “Lost'

    Stand still.
    The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost.
    Wherever you are is called Here,
    And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
    Must ask permission to know it and be known.
    The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
    I have made this place around you,
    If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.

    No two trees are the same to Raven.
    No two branches are the same to Wren.
    If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
    You are surely lost. Stand still.
    The forest knows Where you are.
    You must let it find you.”
    David Wagoner

  • #13
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

  • #14
    Sylvia Plath
    “Do you know what a poem is, Esther?'
    No, what?' I would say.
    A piece of dust.'
    Then, just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say, 'So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.'
    And of course Buddy wouldn't have any answer to that, because what I said was true. People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick or couldn't sleep.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #15
    Marianne Williamson
    “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
    Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"



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