Le Penseur, Musée Rodin, Paris. For Friendly Friday Challenge. (First!) The Snow Melts Somewhere evoked in her prompt post lack … More
Utopia is not a kind of place but a kind of time, those all too brief moments when one would not wish to be anywhere else. Is there an instinct, a very ancient instinct, for breathing in unison? The ultimate utopia, that.
– Susan Sontag, In America
To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the breaking of bread.
— James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
What is it about that bubble we create when we get to another place? The combination of the distance from … More
To write in plain, vigorous language one has to think fearlessly, and if one thinks fearlessly one cannot be politically orthodox.
– George Orwell, The Prevention of Literature
Always refreshing to find those witty or not little wisdoms while taking a walk through Parisian streets. It makes me … More
Three years in the middle of your twenties mean a whole lot of growing up, in a bitter-sweet mix of … More
No better love than love with no object,
no more satisfying work than work with no purpose.
– Rumi, Quatrains
May you be wrapped in tenderness, you my brother, as if in a cloak. – The Koran
Loving is no delusion; it is an artistic creation.
– Frank Andrews, The Art and Practice of Loving
It is very hard to prevail where you are not, in the deepest and most intimate and forgiving of ways, loved.
– Joyce Carol Oates, Mudwoman