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“The month was November, the leaves had turned to a brilliant red. What I wanted most was time to absorb something which I already knew I should never forget.”

— Vita Sackville-West, from “Note of Another Country: Tuscany,” wr. c. 1926

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“It was November. She lived in denial. Her life-giving sadness overflowed.”

— Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from Selected Works; “Memoirs of Martynov,”

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“My lovely November, Have you seen my heart, somewhere in your castle of yellow leaves?”

— A Waltz for Zizi, from “Letter to November,” written c. May 2013

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“Golden October declined into sombre November…”

— T.S. Eliot, from Poems & Plays: 1909 - 1950; “Murder in the Cathedral,”

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“I really am in need of comfort, the kind that springs from that dear, superhumanly kind heart of yours.”

— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. March 1913 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“The most ordinary conversation is often the most poetic, and the most poetic is precisely that which cannot be written down.”

— Virginia Woolf, from The Selected Novels of Virginia Woolf; “Orlando: A Biography,”

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“these selves of which we are built up, one on top of another, as plates piled on a waiter’s hand, have attachments elsewhere, sympathies,little constitutions and rights of their own,”

— Virginia Woolf, Orlando

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“Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?”

— Virginia Woolf, Orlando

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“If one understands eternity as timelessness, and not as an unending timespan, then whoever lives in the present lives for all time.”

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

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The warmth of one’s body is a form of communication. The stroke of one’s hand is a means of communication. In the garden those forms are heightened. I have a tendency when I’m walking in the garden to brush the flowers as I go by, anticipating the fragrant eloquence of their response. I get a sense of reciprocity that is very comforting, consoling.

—Stanley Kunitz, The Wild Braid

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“I want to think quietly, calmly, spaciously, never to be interrupted, never to have to rise from my chair, to slip easily from one thing to another, without any sense of hostility, or obstacle. I want to sink deeper and deeper, away from the surface, with its hard separate facts.”

— Virginia Woolf, from A Haunted House: The Complete Shorter Fiction, “The Mark on the Wall”

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“It’s an odd thing, silence. The mind becomes like a starless night; and then a meteor slides, splendid, right across the dark and is extinct. We never give sufficient thanks for this entertainment.”

— Virginia Woolf, from A Haunted House: The Complete Shorter Fiction, “The Evening Party”

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“Beneath every behaviour there is a feeling. And beneath each feeling is a need. And when we meet that need rather than focus on the behaviour, we begin to deal with the cause, not the symptom.”

— Ashley Warner (via spirituallyminded)