I NEARLY DIED OF BOREDOM!!!: May 2012

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

129.

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.

{Blaise Pascal, Pensées}

128.

'Its aim is to irritate, provoke and exhaust the emotions.'

{Nancy Mitford, Don't Tell Alfred}

127.

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.

{William Blake, Proverbs of Hell}

126.

walking the city, taking the streets as they come,
down to the river, over the bridge and away
we run ...

{Bridget St. John, I Like To Be With You In The Sun}

125.

Thus in reading, a lonely, quiet concert is given

for our minds, and they in turn, less noisily,

reach its meaning.

{Stéphane Mellarmé, The Book: A Spiritual Instrument}

124.

My eyes have no memory;
my steps, no plan.

{Simone de Beauvoir, America Day By Day}

123.

I began with no memory,
I began with no future,
but I looked for that moment
when the mind was halved by a horizon.

{Derek Walcott, Names}

122.

What is most true is poetic.

{Helene Cixous, We Are Already In The Jaws Of The Book}