“Still the room kept for her the ghost of its early strangeness; it would never be quite like other rooms - as though coming in for the first time she had anticipated something upon the threshold. But this touch of strangeness upon her nerves was becoming familiar: an isolation from life she felt here bound her up more closely than life itself. She could not have described the room, told where the clock ticked from, what pictures there were, or whether its colours, shapes, textures, had ever displeased or pleased her. There was the sofa, here - for she put things down here - must be the table; there was darkness over the corner with no lamp and a rug slipped under one’s foot by the door. But intense experience interposed like a veil between herself and these objects.”—elizabeth bowen, to the north (1932), p.180. (via modernistwomen)
“Look to this day
for it is the very life of life.
In its brief course lie all
the verities and realities of your existence:
The glory of action,
The bliss of growth,
The splendour of beauty.
For yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow is only a vision;
But today well lived makes
Every yesterday a dream of happiness,
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day.”—Ancient Sanskrit poem by Kalidasa (via artpropelled)
“You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful.”—Sandra Cisneros (via suzywire)
“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust,
swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity.
Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other,
to meet-to love-to share.
This is a precious moment.
It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”—
“Read as much as you can. Read everything. Don’t just read one kind of book, read every kind. Be like a painter. They look at everything. Writers should read in that same way.”—Susanna Kaysen (via psychexperimentinglove)
“Knowledge was inherent in all things.
The world was a library and its books
were the stones, leaves, grass, brooks…
We learned to do what only the students
of nature ever learn, and that was to feel beauty.”—Luther Standing Bear (1868 - 1939)