“At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time.”—Friedrich Nietzsche
“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, and die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”—Robert Heinlein (via refreshinglyconfident) (via caterpillarcowboy)
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Your favourite song, book, animal, quote, person, &c.
To kick things off, I’ll tell you about mine:
colour: white, animal: wolf, author: C.S. Lewis, book: Voyage of the Dawn Treader, song: Howl by Florence & the Machine, film: Stardust, emotion: Sehnsucht, constellation: the crux,
letter: y, flower: icelandic poppy …& so on.
I want to get to know you all better, and also to make additions to my lists of things to do, things to read, things to listen to &c., so tell me: What are your favourites?
“There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.”—Tennessee Williams (via princess-steppenwolf)
“The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.”—Katherine Mansfield (via absentia)
“Every book, is an image of solitude. […] A man sits alone in a room and writes. Whether the book speaks of loneliness or companionship, it is necessarily a product of solitude.”
-Paul Auster, “Invention of Solitude”—(via ahuntersheart)