Thursday, December 24, 2009

At Christmas, all roads lead home.
Marjorie Holmes

Monday, December 21, 2009

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
Oscar Wilde

Saturday, December 12, 2009

The seeming defeat by the mist

The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.
Rabindranath Tagore

Saturday, December 5, 2009

As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like the culture of flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility, dreamy and demented, they turn slowly about the window in the first icy mists of morning. They give themselves a last wash and brush-up, their oscillated eyes roll, and they fall down the curtains.
Jean Baudrillard

Thursday, November 26, 2009

The knowledge of autumn

I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content. From a knowledge of those limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colours, richer than all, its green speaking of life and strength, its orange speaking of golden content and its purple of resignation and death.
Yutang Lin

(Beautiful photo by Luisa)

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

We can't plan life. All we can do is be available for it.
Lauryn Hill

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.
Helen Keller

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.
Muriel Rukeyser

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened.
Winston S. Churchill

Friday, October 30, 2009

Beautiful, dark days of autumn rain

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Robert Frost, from My November Guest

Saturday, October 24, 2009

A day is a miniature eternity.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Monday, October 19, 2009


Whatever you do, you need courage. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires some of the same courage that a soldier needs. Peace has its victories, but it takes brave men and women to win them.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Life is denied by lack of attention, whether it be to cleaning windows or trying to write a masterpiece.
Nadia Boulanger

Monday, October 5, 2009

Readers

I divide all readers into two classes: Those who read to remember and those who read to forget.
William Lyon Phelps

Friday, August 28, 2009

I will be back

I will be away in the next couple of weeks, but I will be back in a month with more new quotes for you.
Have a great september everyone!

From a poem

Times in the morning early
when it rained and the long gray
buildings came forward from darkness
offering their windows for light.

Mary Oliver, from Some Things The World Gave

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Everything has been figured out

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
Jean-Paul Sartre

Monday, August 17, 2009

Measuring life

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Maya Angelou

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Special days

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.
Wallace Stevens

Thursday, July 30, 2009

A poem

My heart born naked
was swaddled in lullabies.
Later alone it wore
poems for clothes.
Like a shirt
I carried on my back
the poetry I had read.

So I lived for half a century
until wordlessly we met.

From my shirt on the back of the chair
I learn tonight
how many years
of learning by heart
I waited for you.

— John Berger

Friday, July 24, 2009

A pause

Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
Guillaume Apollinaire

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Arrival

...the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
— T.S. Eliot

Friday, July 17, 2009

A good poem

If after I read a poem the world looks like that poem for 24 hours or so I'm sure it's a good one—and the same goes for paintings.
Elizabeth Bishop

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

All we have to do

All we have is to decide what to do with the time that is given to us.
J.R.R. Tolkien

Sunday, July 12, 2009

We can never know

We can never possibly know what is about to happen: it is happening, each time, for the first time, for the only time.
— Carl Sandburg

Counting

Man only likes to count his troubles; he doesn't calculate his happiness.
Fyodor Dostoevsky

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Comfortable eyes

Our eye finds it more comfortable to respond to a given stimulus by reproducing once more an image that it has produced many times before, instead of registering what is different and new in an impression.
Friedrich Nietzsche

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Poetry

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Thomas Gray

Monday, June 29, 2009

Used up

I want to be all used up when I die.
George Bernard Shaw

Friday, June 26, 2009

We just keep asking

So we keep asking, over and over,
Until a handful of earth
Stops our mouths --
But is that an answer?

Heinrich Heine