get lost here.

We are trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.

[watchoutforintellect]

“There is hope. There is hope everywhere. I bite it. Someone once said: Don’t bite till you know if it’s bread or stone. What I bite is all bread, rising, yeasty as a cloud.”

— Anne Sexton - Taken From ‘Snow’

[nn-oo-vv-aa]

education is the domestication of human beings

[inkstainedleaves]

“Un soleil, une lumière que faute de mieux je ne puis appeler que jaune, jaune soufre pâle, citron pâle or. Que c'est beau le jaune!”

[lnwolffeugene]

Françoise Sagan au Théatre des Champs Elysées, Paris 1958 | Photographie de Frank Horvat

[mabellonghetti]

Françoise Sagan and Jean Seberg on the set of Bonjour Tristesse (1958)

[quotefeeling]

“I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.”

—

Jack Gilbert, “The Great Fires”

[smallnouns]

It is no surprise that danger and suffering surround us. What astonishes is the singing.

—Jack Gilbert, from “Horses at Midnight Without a Moon”

—Brecht, “Motto” (trans. John Willett)

[mythologyofblue]

I am hungry for what I am becoming.

-Jack Gilbert, excerpt from the poem, “Bring in the Gods”

[modern-wilde]

“All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.”

— Iain Thomas, from I Wrote This For You (via quotefeeling)

[weirdlandtv]

LA JOIE DE VIVRE (1934), by Courtland Hector Hoppin and Anthony Gross.

[hellush]

Via shrutisram on Instagram

[exhaled-spirals]

Poetry seeks out the melody of nature amid the tumult of the dictionary.

Boris Pasternak, quoted in The Poet’s Work, ed. Reginald Gibbons

[lifeinpoetry]

Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.

Boris Pasternak, “Doctor Zhivago” 

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

She was as near and dear to him In every feature As the shores are close to the sea In every breaker.

Boris Pasternak, from Doctor Zhivago (University of Michigan Press, 1959)

[finita--la--commedia]

Life too is only an instant, only a dissolving of ourselves into everyone, as if we gave ourselves as gifts.

Boris Pasternak (1890 - 1960), from “Wedding”, translated from the Russian by Robert Lowell “Жизнь ведь тоже только миг,  Только растворенье  Нас самих во всех других  Как бы им в даренье.”

[finita--la--commedia]

So write, you must write … But write the truth, only the truth. The way you see things, not the way others talk about them when they speak of what they see.

Boris Pasternak (1890-1960), in a letter to his sister, Josephine Pasternak (1900-1993) ( Marburg, May 17, 1912 ) translated from the Russian by Elliott Mossman  “ пиши, ты должна писать … Только пиши правду, правду. Как ты видишь, а не так, как говорят, когда говорят о том, что видят. “

[booksqouted]

Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labor, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion.

Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago