May 2012
47 posts
“What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I...”
– Anaïs Nin (via seabois)
“I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences,...”
– C. S. Lewis (via amorette)
“I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most...”
– Tove Jansson (via seabois)
"Sea Rose" by H. D.
Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf, more precious than a wet rose single on a stem— you are caught in the drift. Stunted, with small leaf, you are flung on the sand, you are lifted in the crisp sand that drives in the wind. Can the spice-rose drip such acrid fragrance hardened in a leaf?
"The man who didn't love the Beatles" by Alex Ross →
“…Believe it or not, it’s possible to be a fully developed human being and still remain indifferent to the Beatles. Or Beethoven, for that matter. Schopenhauer notwithstanding, music has never been and will never be a universal language. It is too rich for that.”
“The only devils in this world are those running around in our own hearts, and...”
– Mahatma Gandhi
“Hindsight is the historian’s necessary vice. I drive my people forward,...”
– Hilary Mantel, on writing Wolf Hall and Bring Up the Bodies
“Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.”
– Charles Baudelaire
“The people in the world, and the objects in it, and the world as a whole, are...”
– Wallace Stevens
