January 2010
22 posts
“Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.”
– Victor Hugo
“I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.”
– Emma Goldman (via abbysharp)
“The finest thing in the world is knowing how to belong to oneself.”
– –Michael de Montaigne, of Solitude. (via justbesplendid)
“It is too lovely for description up here and no need to go farther except to see...”
– Anonymous writer of a vintage postcard, Images of America: Montclair, A Postcard Guide to Its Past
“The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”
– William Faulkner
“Design is not for philosophy, it’s for life.”
– Issey Miyake
“How could drops of water know themselves to be a river?
Yet the river flows on.”
– Antoine De Saint-Exupery (via justbesplendid)
“For the memories themselves are not important. Only when they have changed into...”
– Rilke, “For the Sake of a Single Poem”
“18. Stay up late.
Strange things happen when you’ve gone too far, been up too...”
– Bruce Mau, Incomplete Manifesto for Growth
“It is well to know that he who returns never left,
so I traced and retraced my...”
– Pablo Neruda
“lily has a rose
and no rose i’ve
and losing’s less than winning...”
– e.e. cummings
“Thought for the day: Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it’s...”
– Dave Barry, Nationally Syndicated Columnist
Death is nothing at all...
Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me In the easy way that you always used. Put no difference in your tone, Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me,...
“Anya says, “I remember meeting James and thinking he was the most lovely man I...”
– Anya Hindmarch, Vanity Fair
“The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are...”
– M. Scott Peck (via seechelci) (via michelleums) (via justbesplendid)
The Poet's Obligation
To whoever is not listening to the sea this Friday morning, to whoever is cooped up in house or office, factory or woman or street or mine or harsh prison cell: to him I come, and, without speaking or looking, I arrive and open the door of his prison, and a vibration starts up, vague and insistent, a great fragment of thunder sets in motion the rumble of the planet and the foam, the raucous...
“New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the...”
– ~Hamilton Wright Mabie (via justbesplendid)
“don’t you love new york in the fall? it makes me want to buy school supplies. i...”
– {kathleen-you’ve got mail} (via prettyyoungthings)
“The air of Hawaii breathes warm on the skin; when it blows, I seem to turn into...”
– Maxine Hong Kingston, Hawaii One Summer
“If you’ve ever walked through Paris at night, you can’t help...”
– David Lebovitz, The Sweet Life in Paris 