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âThe name of a person you love is more than languageââ
â Tennessee Williams, from Selected Stories; âThe Vine,â c. July 1944 (via wethinkwedream)
âNext year I will not be the self of this year now. And that is why I laugh at the transient, the ephemeral; laugh, while clutching, holding, tenderly, like a fool his toy, cracked glass, water through fingers.â
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.
âSometimes in late summer I wonât touch anything, not the flowers, not the blackberries brimming in the thickets; I wonât drink from the pond; I wonât name the birds or the trees; I wonât whisper my own name. One morning the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident, and didnât see meâand I thought: so this is the world. Iâm not in it. It is beautiful.â
â Mary Oliver, October (excerpt)
âI am so vast, uncertain and strange.â
â Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems; âCatbird,â
âSilence. A summer-night silence which lay for a thousand miles, which covered the earth like a white and shadowy sea.â
â Ray Bradbury, from Dandelion Wine
The flight of countless butterflies in the sun â
Rabbe Enckell, tr. by David McDuff, from  âOâ Bridge of Interjections,â (via violentwavesofemotion)
for wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning â Vincent van Gogh
Suffrage envoys from San Francisco greeted in New Jersey on their way to Washington to present a petition of more than 500,000 signatures to Congress, 1915.
Photo of Carson McCullers, author of The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter and Member of the Wedding, by Adam Fischer, New York, 1946
âIt is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind. With Americans, it is a national trait, as native to us as the roller-coaster or the jukebox. It is no simple longing for the home town or country of our birth. The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.â
âCalm amidst the sunflowers you are a pause of lightâ
â Octavio Paz (trans. Eliot Weinberger) excerpt from âWith Youâ from Toward the BeginningÂ
âHold me. I am a small handful.â
â Anne Sexton - from The Death Baby
Uh, this film, in the feels.Â
The Big Sick, 2017
âWomen speaking of mirrors and prettiness make it all too clear that even for pretty women, mirrors are the foci of anxious, not gratified, narcissism. The woman who knows beyond a doubt that she is beautiful exists aplenty in male novelistsâ imaginations; I have yet to find her in womenâs books or womenâs memoirs or in life. Women spend a lot of time looking in mirrors, but the âcompulsion to visualize the selfâ is a phrase Moers uses of women in her chapter on Gothic freaks and horrors; the compulsion is a constant check on oneâs (possible) beauty, not an enjoyment of it.â
â Joanna Russ, âAesthetics,â How to Suppress Womenâs Writing (1983). (via warmlove)
âMaking love with you Is like drinking sea water. The more I drink The thirstier I become, Until nothing can slake my thirst But to drink the entire sea.â
â Kenneth Rexroth, VII
gatsby: haha yeah......................old sport
nick:do you have a signature on your texts?
gatsby:no............................old sport
âYou have overheard scraps of talk that filled you with amazement. You have gone to bed at night bewildered by the complexity of your feelings. In one day thousands of ideas have coursed through your brains; thousands of emotions have met, collided and disappeared in astonishing disorder.â Virginia Woolf
âIf one is a research worker, one mustnât believe in anything too strongly; one must always be prepared that various beliefs one has had for a long time may be overthrown.â
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Paul Dirac, quoted in The Strangest Man: The Hidden Life of Paul Dirac, Mystic of the Atom, p. 376. Graham Farmelo, Basic Books, 2009.Â
The reference for the quote in the book is Diracâs 1966 Lectures on Quantum Field Theory, New York, Belfer Graduate School of Science, Yeshiva University.
Fallibilism, Peirce.