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i don't want to sound like a plant, but sunlight kinda slaps
“Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something is worth doing no matter how it turns out.”
— Václav Havel
Federico García Lorca, from a letter to María del Reposo Urquía, featured in The Selected Letters
An authentic life is an act of rebellion against a world that offers us no meaning, building sandcastles in defiance of an unconquerable rising tide.
-Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus-
Mary Oliver, from “Evidence”, Devotions
“My time of the year, November. The month when I re-read books, leaf through papers, gather notes. It’s a kind of hunger for work, for activity, for taking up all the old tasks once again. And that damp organic smell in the morning when I go out — and the warm halos of lamplight in the evening when I return …”
— Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years (trans. Philip Ó Ceallaigh) (Other Press, September 12, 2017)
How does one hate a country, or love one? […] I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply?
— Ursula K. Le Guin – The Left Hand of Darkness (1969, p. 212)
What the world needs is a return to sweetness and decency | Roman Holiday
i don’t know. i’m barely a person. i just want to be kind and hold someone’s hand. eat an ice cream cone. stare at the lake. feel the sun on my skin. lay in the grass. run through a sprinkler. it’s so easy to forget life is supposed to feel like a deep breath and not a gasp