a collection of scattered poems.

"in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems" -ee cummings.

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Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away... and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast.... be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don't torment them with your doubts and don't frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn't be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn't necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.... and don't expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.

J.D. Salinger

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Indeed I have always been of the opinion that hard work is simply the refuge of people who have nothing to do.

Oscar Wilde

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Talent hits a target no one else can hit. Genius hits a target no one else can see.

Arthur Schopenhauer

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The little scared people reject. The big unscared practising poets accept.

Sylvia Plath

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As Buffon said, genius is patience. Patience is indeed the quality in man which most resembles the process which Nature follows in her creations. And what is Art, Monsieur? It is nature in concentrated form.

Balzac (Lost Illusions)

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I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain. Spiders' ghosts hang, soaked and dangling Silently from all the blooming cherry trees, Safe from everyone-

Joanna Newsom (Only Skin)

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“Genius at first is little more than a great capacity for receiving discipline.”

- George Eliot (Daniel Deronda)

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“It is the worst evil of too yielding and indecisive a character... You are never sure of a good impression being durable; everybody may sway it. Let those who would be happy be firm.”

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The better part of our memories exists outside us, in a blatter of rain, in the smell of an unaired room or of the first crackling brushwood fire in a cold grate: wherever, in short, we happen upon what our mind, having no use for it, had rejected, the last treasure that the past has in store, the richest, that which, when all our flow of tears seems to have dried at the source, can make us weep again.Outside us? Within us, rather, but hidden from our eyes in an oblivion more or less prolonged. It is thanks to this oblivion alone that we can from time to time recover the person that we were, place ourselves in relation to things as he was placed, suffer anew because we are no longer ourselves but he, and because he loved what now leaves us indifferent.

Marcel Proust

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Fate usually hides unknown dangers, and the perpetual hesitation of the neurotic to venture upon life is easily explained by his/[her] desire to be allowed to stand still.

Carl Jung

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Even the past, which they thought of endlessly, had only the taste of remorse and longing. That they would have liked to be able to add to it everything that they regretted not having done when they could do it, with the person for whom they were waiting.

The Plague, Albert Camus