Kin

“History to him was fate still to incubate; fate was history in lonely expectation. He rode an Argentinian white horse (saddleless) and Manila gradually grew accustomed to his eternal tension between duty and dawn: his serene summer landscape, his dark cathartic deeds.”
― Wilfrido D. Nolledo, But for the Lovers

“Yes, there is death in this business of whaling—a speechlessly quick chaotic bundling of a man into Eternity. But what then?
Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Methinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.”
― Herman Melville, Moby Dick

“Some of the charm of the past consists of the quiet—the great distracting buzz of implication has stopped and we are left only with what has been fully phrased and precisely stated. And part of the melancholy of the past comes from our knowledge that the huge, unrecorded hum of implication was once there and left no trace—we feel that because it is evanescent it is especially human. We feel, too, that the truth of the great preserved monuments of the past does not fully appear without it. From letters and diaries, from the remote, unconscious corners of the great works themselves, we try to guess what the sound of the multifarious implication was and what it meant.”
― Lionel Trilling, The Liberal Imagination: Essays on Literature and Society

“She stood on the terrace, looking out past the mango trees at the lake. A distant sailing-canoe was going down the breeze, on the pallid, unreal water. Away across the bluish, grooved mountains, with the white speck of a village: far away in the morning it seemed, in another world, in another life, in another mode of time.”
― D.H. Lawrence, The Plumed Serpent