“In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.”
Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion
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1. It’s like her body makes forgiveness
the way mine makes blood.
The way it flows from her when she’s injured.
2. She says “There is no such thing as destiny
There is nothing you can’t control.”
But she is wrong. She is so, so wrong.
3. I choke on my secrets. I show her my scars.
She says “Memories are like family,
you can always walk away.” (She hasn’t
seen her father since high school.)
4. She’s one of those anarchists
that’s really just hopeful.
Revolutionaries that in their hearts
are still children with tree branch swords.
Deep down, she believes the world is perfectible.
On Loving An Optimist
Nicola Samori - Maddalena, 2010, oil on wood, 70 x 50 cm | More posts
“If I should cast off this tattered coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant —
What then?”
Stephen Crane
“The writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear.”
Charles Bukowski
Stephen Fry: To Myself: Not To Be Read Until I Am 25
I know what you will think when you read this. You will be embarrassed. You will scoff and sneer. Well I tell you now that everything I feel now, everything I am now is truer and better than anything I shall ever be. Ever. This is me now, the real me. Every day that I grow away from the me that is writing this now is a betrayal and a defeat. I expect you will screw this up into a ball with sophisticated disgust, or at best with tolerant amusement but deep down you will know, you will know that you are smothering what you really, really, were. This is the age when I truly am. From now on my life will be behind me. I tell you now, THIS IS TRUE - truer than anything else I will ever write, feel or know. WHAT I AM NOW IS ME, WHAT I WILL BE IS A LIE.
God has pity on kindergarten children.
He has less pity on school children.
And on grown ups he has no pity at all,
he leaves them alone,
and sometimes they must crawl on all fours
in the burning sand
to reach the first aid station
covered with blood.
But perhaps he will watch over true lovers
and have mercy on them and shelter them
like a tree over the old man
sleeping on a public bench.
Perhaps we too will give them
the last rare coins of compassion
that Mother handed down to us,
so that their happiness will protect us
now and in other days.
by Yehuda Amichai
