May 2013
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“So much that can neither be written nor kept inside!”
— Tomas Tranströmer’s cry into the Nordic night +
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“The beauty of the world…has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.”
— Virginia Woolf
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“In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent: a thing is brought forth which we didn’t know we had in us, so we blink our eyes, as if a tiger had sprung out and stood in the light, lashing his tail.”
Czeslaw Milosz, from “Ars Poetica?”
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“Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see life with a clearer view again.”
— Alex Tan
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“You will have to do what you want,’ she said bitterly. But was that so easy to know? (…) I was free and I was not free.”
— Alice Munro, “Lives of Girls and Women”
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“She took and gave with open eyes. It was beautiful; it was, once more, a flight of unfurled wings into the upper air.”
— Virginia Woolf on Stella Duckworth in “Reminiscences”
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“The grief is quarantined. The sky is blue.”
Wisława Szymborska, from “Seen from Above” in View with a Grain of Sand,
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“How we need another soul to cling to.”
— Sylvia Plath
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“In your life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some that you wish you never have to think about again. But you do.”
— C.S. Lewis
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“How weightless words are when nothing will do.
Philip Levine, from “Gospel”
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“Time past and time future What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present.”
T. S. Eliot, from “Four Quartets: Burnt Norton”
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Believe me, this loneliness won’t go...
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“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?…” “It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
— Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
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“The most common form of despair is not being who you are.”
— Søren Kirkegaard
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“Standing on the crest of the light Between fixity and vertigo You are The diaphanous balance”
Octavio Paz
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“Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little.”
— Charlie Chaplin
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April 2013
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“The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall. It is like a prayer to what is empty. And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers: “I am not empty, I am open.”
Tomas Tranströmer, from “Vermeer”
