"Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life."
- Pablo Neruda (via
"The summer night was starless and stirless,
with distant spasms of silent lightning"
(G. P. Putnam’s Sons, 1962)
"It is not our job to remain whole.
We came to lose our leaves
Like the trees, and be born again,
Drawing up from the great roots."
- Robert Bly (via
"The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words."
- Rabindranath Tagore (via
"One of the most courageous decisions you will ever make is to finally let go of whatever is hurting your heart and soul."
- Brigitte Nicole (via
"I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that."
- Ernest Hemingway,
Winner Take Nothing
"Souls are like athletes, that need opponents worthy of them, if they are to be tried and extended and pushed to the full use of their powers, and rewarded according to their capacity."
"The artist must forget the audience, forget the critics, forget the technique, forget everything but love for the music. Then, the music speaks through the performance, and the performer and the listener will walk together with the soul of the composer, and with God."
- Mstislav Rostropovich (via
"[Pythagoras recommends us] to review, every night before going to sleep, what we have done during the day. To live at random […] without ever reflecting upon the past […] is to have no clear idea of what we are about."
- Arthur Schopenhauer,
Counsels and Maxims
"Poetry is a sort of inspired mathematics, which gives us equations, not for abstract figures, triangles, squares, and the like, but for the human emotions. If one has a mind which inclines to magic rather than science, one will prefer to speak of these equations as spells or incantations; it sounds more arcane, mysterious, recondite."
- Ezra Pound (via
"Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything."
- Rainer Maria Rilke (via