& again,

all of us have had the experience of a sudden joy that came when nothing in the world had forewarned us of its coming - a joy so thrilling that if it was born of misery we remembered even the misery with tenderness

de saint-exupéry

the street of crocodiles

"On those luminous mornings Adela returned from the market, like Pomona emerging from the flames of day, spilling from her basket the colorful beauty of the sun--the shiny pink cherries full of juice under their transparent skins, the mysterious black morellos that smelled so much better than they tasted, apricots in whose golden pulp lay the core of long afternoons. And next to that pure poetry of fruit, she unloaded sides of meat with their keyboard of ribs swollen with energy and strength, and seaweeds of vegetables like dead octopuses and squids--the raw material of meals with a yet undefined taste, the vegetative and terrestrial ingredient of dinner, exuding a wild and rustic smell."

-Bruno Schulz

big sur

"...no more I ask myself the question O why is God torturing me, that's it, be a loner, travel, talk to waiters only, in fact, in Milan, Paris, just talk to waiters, walk around, no more self imposed agony... it's time to think and watch and keep concentrated on the fact that after all this whole surface of the world as we know it now will be covered with the silt of a billion years in time...

There are immeasurable star misty aeons of universe more numerous than the sands in all the galaxies, multiplied by a billion lightyears of multiplication...Macrocosms and microcosms and chillicosms and microbes and finally you got all these marvelous books a man aint even got time to read em all, what you gonna do in this already piled up multiple world when you have to think of the Book of Songs, Faulkner, Cesar Birotteau, Shakespeare, Satyricons, Dantes... We all agree it's too big to keep up with, that we're surrounded by life, that we'll never understand it..."

-Jack Kerouac, Big Sur

" i had forgotten the world could be so lovely,
i had become so accustomed to living within myself "

-herman hesse

ignorant before the heavens of my life

ignorant before the heavens of my life,
i stand and gaze in wonder. oh the vastness
of the stars. their rising and descent. how still.
as if I didn't exist. do I have any
share in this? have i somehow dispensed with
their pure effect? does my blood's ebb and flow
change their changes? let me put aside
every desire, every relationship
except this one, so that my heart grows used to
its farthest spaces. better that it live
fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than
as if protected, soothed by what is near.

-rainer maria rilke

"Optical" pluralism or "perspectivism" does not preclude the existence of an objective reality. It does, however, tie the validity of the different "views" of that reality to particular standpoints rather than to some absolute Truth. As such, it underscores the inherent futility of any attempt to compare different cognitive outlooks to one another in terms of their "correctness."

-Social Mindscapes (Zerubavel)

All of us have had the experience of a sudden joy that came when nothing in the world had forewarned us of its coming--a joy so thrilling that if it was born of misery we remembered even the misery with tenderness.

-Antoine de Saint-Exupery (Wind, Sand and Stars)

no one belongs here more than you, miranda july

"If there were a map of the solar system, but instead of stars it showed people and their degrees of separation, my star would be the one you had to travel the most light-years from to get to his."

"That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it."

"We had loved people we really shouldn't have loved and then married other people in order to forget our impossible loves, or we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond."

"What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real."

"They hold this person's hand and tell this person how hard it was to pretend to get mad and drive off and never come back. This person almost can't believe it, it seemed so real, this person's heart was broken and has healed and now this person hardly knows what to think."

cyranose de bergerac

a kiss, when all is said, - what is it?
an oath that's ratified, - a sealed promise,
a heart's avowal claiming confirmation, -
a rose-dot on the 'i' of 'adoration,' -
a secret that to mouth, not ear, is whispered, -
brush of a bee's wing, that makes time eternal, -
communion perfumed like the spring's wild flowers, -
the heart's relieving in the heart's outbreathing,
when to the lips the soul's flood rises, brimming!

emma goldman

"I want freedom, the right to self-expression, everybody's right to beautiful, radiant things."

[I read this quote while waiting outside of my professor's door today. I look up who Emma Goldman is, and turns out she is an anarchist O_o!]

have no envy, no fear

some are reaching.
few are there.
wandering from a hero's chair.
some are scared to fly so high.
well this is how we have to try.

have no envy, and no fear.
have no envy, no fear.

...everyday we try to find we search our hearts and our minds.
the place we used to call our home can'tbe found when we're alone.

have no envy, no fear.
have no envy, no fear.

-joshua radin

jane eyre

"after a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in drear solitude, i have for the first time found what can truly love- i have found you. you are my sympathy - my better self- my good angel. i am bound to you with a strong attachment. i think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my eart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you, and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one." -mr. rochester


"whether is it better, i ask, to be a slave in a fool's paradise at marseilles- fevered with delusive bliss one hour- suffocating with the bitterest tears of remorse and shame the next- or to be a village school-mistress, free and honest, in a breezy mountain nook in the healthy heart of england?" - jane eyre

feverish, impassioned cries to jump-start passive hearts!