-Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay
Charles Bukowski, "hurry slowly," from Come On In!
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
-Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib
Doubt that the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move his aides, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love’
-William Shakespeare
-Vladimir Nabokov, from letter to Vera Nabokov dated July 1923, featured in Letters to Vera
- Carol Rifka Blunt | Tell the wolves I'm home
You don't like the bitterness of coffee until you are with the person with whom you have spent eternities together in the past, so the realization hits that it's the only pathway to your memories of childhood.
So you sip the bitterness calmly in hope of turning back time and meeting the daffodils you once grew together in your garden of innocence.....
~s
— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.
-Vincent Van Gogh