quiet pages / roaring thoughts

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Everything seems to have a soul – wood, stones, the wine we drink and the earth we tread on. Everything, do you hear me, absolutely everything.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by Carl Wildman, from “Zorba the Greek,” wr. c. 1946

[sunsounds]

“How many centuries deep is your wound?”

— Adonis,  “Unintended Worship,” If Only the Sea Could Sleep  (via portails)

[theclivechronicles]

“You would think the year was resting too, its work done. And I whispered to myself that I too would begin to rest.”

— Till We Have Faces // C.S. Lewis

[pretttyneat]

If we could witness a child’s moments of comfort, curiosity, exploration, and reward— and his moments of terror, humiliation, and deprivation— we would know so much more about him, who he is and who he is likely to become. The brain is a historical organ, a reflection of our personal histories. Our genetic gifts will only manifest themselves if we get the proper types of developmental experience, appropriately times. Early in life these experiences are controlled primarily by the adults around us.

Bruce Perry

[lifeinpoetry]

“As a girl, I waited patiently to catch fire, / as if it were something worth wanting.”

— Sally Wen Mao, from “The Guadalupe Slough,” published in The Southeast Review

[lifeinpoetry]

Say the girl

ran from the ruin.                          Say the girl was the ruin.

— Kristene Kaye Brown, from “The Small Town’s Unwanted Daughter,” published in Nashville Review

[thatkindofwoman]

“I want to raise up the magic world all round me and live strongly and quietly there.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. February 1934 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[kushandwisdom]

“I can love things just by watching her love them. That is how I know, that I love her.”

— Christopher Poindexter (via thelovenotebook)

[ive-got-to-moveit-moveit]

[sunsounds]

“…do you believe in freedom?—then say what you want, it’s poetry, poetry all of it is poetry, great prose is poetry, great verse is poetry.”

— The Subterraneans, Jack Kerouac (via existential-celestial)

[kafkova]

“It’s not that students don’t “get” Kafka’s humor but that we’ve taught them to see humor as something you get—the same way we’ve taught them that a self is something you just have. No wonder they cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke: that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home.”

— David Foster Wallace, ‘Some Remarks on Kafka’s Funniness From Which Probably Not Enough Has Been Removed’ in Consider the Lobster (via cgrehan)

[marecrisis]

“To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.”

— Eros: The Bittersweet, Anne Carson. (via kuanios)

[sunsounds]

“But the song of water is a thing eternal.”

— Federico García Lorca, Collected Poems (via oiseauperdu)

[lifeinpoetry]

“maybe I mistake the violence for home”

— Julian Randall, from “Leslie Odom Jr. Sings Obama’s Anger on NPR” published in The Adroit Journal

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.

Thich Nhat Hanh (via yesdarlingido)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

– what I wanted  was to be willing to be afraid.

Mary Oliver, from Dream Work: Poems; “Starfish”  (via antigonies)

[lifeinpoetry]

                                                       What is left whispering                        in us, once we have stopped trying                 to become the other?

—  Tiana Clark, from “Equilibrium,” Equilibrium