September 2011
“W’s death was an unhealed wound, & the ache of it has been with me ever since. I wanted him back - not his poetry.”
—Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967), on the death of his close friend and poet Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
“So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us - that’s snatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of insurmountable emptiness…”
—Haruki Murakami (via drowsypoets)
“Be as you wish to seem.”
—Socrates (via lafemmeboheme)
“We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.”
—Mark Twain
