It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.
“
| — | Wallace Stevens, from “The Well Dressed Man with a Beard” (thanks, weissewiese) |
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
“
| — | Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (via bookmania) |
[A soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.]
He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.
behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.]
He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.
“
| — |
Louise Glück, from “A Myth of Devotion” ) |
