February 2012
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“Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only...”
– T. S. Eliot, from “Burnt Norton”, in Four Quartets (via pauses-and-silences)
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“We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.”
– Leonard Cohen (via Twitter)
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“There is something
about the snow-laden sky
in winter
in the late afternoon...”
– Mary Oliver, from “Walking Home from Oak-Head”, in Thirst (via growing-orbits)
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Distances, by Philippe Jaccottet
Swift turn in the heights of air; higher still turn the invisible stars. When day withdraws to the end of the earth their fires shine on a dark expanse of sand.
We live in a world of motion and distance. The heart flies from tree to bird, from bird to distant star, from star to love; and love grows in the quiet house, turning and working, servant of thought, a lamp held in one hand.
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“Life continues, and some mornings, weary of the noise, discouraged by the...”
– Albert Camus, “Letter to P.B.”, Lyrical and Critical Essays, 1970. [via redvelvetteacake] (via skibinskipedia)
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“Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments...”
– Snow-flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via growing-orbits)
January 2012
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