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- Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Benjamin Alire Sáenz)
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“As far as I was concerned, the sun could have melted the blue right off the sky. Then the sky could be as miserable as I was.”
- Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Benjamin Alire Sáenz)
“It takes great courage
to see the world
in all it’s tainted glory
and still to love it.”
- Oscar Wilde
“Come away, O human child:
To the waters and the wild
With a fairy, hand in hand,
For the world’s more more full of weeping than
You can understand.”
- William Butler Yeats
I’ve heard someone call this province, ‘the land of the sky.’ I think that’s just because everything is so flat thats there’s nothing left to look at.
I want to go on a long late night drive someday. I'd like to go alone. I want to feel the wind ruffling my hair as I sing a bunch of songs that mean a lot to me, at the top of my lungs. I'd like to aimlessly go to a place where the only light that shines is of the moon and stars. I want to feel the terror and joy of being all alone in a rather absurd place, mirroring the fears of life itself. The thought of the people whom I love, ever present in my mind, reminding me of how love is the one thing that makes absolute sense to me. Just like the beauty that'll exist in the strangeness of the moment, I'd know that life in the end, despite of all the absurdity, is meant to be enjoyed. What other way is there to cherish this one life of ours?
“The amount of women in London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous. It looks so bad. It is simply washing one’s clean linen in public.”
- Oscar Wilde
i love all the words we have that mean traveler. i love the shades of difference between wanderer and rambler and rover. i love the boldness of adventurer and the purposefulness of explorer, the lawlessness of vagabond and the capability of wayfarer, the quiet reverence of pilgrim and the wild rootlessness of nomad.
My first handmade notebook! Took about two days to make, but I’m very pleased with the result.
She belongs to the streets. I belong to the stacks. The book stacks that is. Someone please get me to the library immediately. I need the smell of old books, the quiet hum of concentration.
When James Baldwin said “You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me the most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.” And when Alan Bennett said “The best moments in reading are when you come across something- a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things- that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out and taken yours.”
“I wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. I bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.”
- Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Benjamin Alire Sáenz)
Mary Oliver, Worm Moon
“A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness.”
- White Fang (Jack London)
The soft creaking of the little cottage tucked away deep in the forest. The smell of pine and fresh air, away from the smog and chemicals in the city. Bare feet on the moist dirt underneath you. Little mushrooms growing near the moss. Let the forest speak to you and you'll hear all that you need.
a gentle reminder that you just need to make things a tiny bit better for your future self. reading one page, writing one sentence, getting half of a task done, it’s still good.
“You can’t expect to go both ways when you’re driving on a one-way street.”
- Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Benjamin Alire Sáenz)