#anne carson quote

[familiarquotation]

I credit God with the good sense to doubt me. What is mortality after all but divine doubt flashing over us?

Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

[a-book-is-a-garden]

Eros is an issue of boundaries. He exists because certain boundaries do. In the interval between reach and grasp, between glance and counterglance, between ‘I love you’ and ‘I love you too,’ the absent presence of desire comes alive. But the boundaries of time and glance and I love you are only aftershocks of the main, inevitable boundary that creates Eros: the boundary of flesh and self between you and me. And it is only, suddenly, at the moment when I would dissolve that boundary, I realize I never can.

Anne Carson, “Eros the Bittersweet”

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"She... longs to run herself aground in a sad secret death. Is it a god inside you, girl?"

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

[urban-barbarian]

What are we made of but hunger and rage? - Anne Carson

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief."

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

[fairtradebananas]

A curious system of exchanges occurs within the painter's body as he works. Touch for touch, grace for grace. Murder thinks itself. Pure lines of fever think themselves. The painter chooses where to stand and the ritual totters forward.

Anne Carson, “Canicula di Anna,”

[diananysus]

another out of breath arrival

“To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived…is itself delightful.” ~Anne Carson

It is the anticipation, and I become a rock skipping on the freshest water until I have made my mark on this earth.

Yes, the good kind of anxious- It is a first date with your future; With your unknown destiny you are always chasing, all wrapped up in smiles and blushing for that first good night kiss.

And my heart is pounding with bare feet on the sand, forever chasing the horizon until I am again the stone soaking in the sun, but not long enough to catch my breath before it begins all over again.

And it remains this way, always seeking the next thrill, awaiting my next out of breath arrival.