where we find solace
The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter, and in these the spirits bloom timidly, and struggles to the light and the thorns
Everything that lives, loves not alone, not for itself.
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the music the words make.
~Truman Capote ~
I want so badly to believe that “there is truth, that love is real” And I want life in every word to the extent that it’s absurd I know you’re wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear that your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?
~Clark Gable ~
Hold on to what is good, Even if it’s a handful of Earth. Hold on to what you believe, Even if it’s a tree that stands by itself. Hold on to what you must do, Even if it’s a long way from here. Hold on to your life, Even if it’s easier to let go. Hold on to my hand, Even if someday I’ll be gone away from you.
~A Pueblo Prayer~
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn , burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify them, or vilify them. But the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you; Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doors! Where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don’t go back to sleep.
The refracted light of crushed stars.
Sometimes we dream about things, other times we dream about each other, I would never go so far as to say that one is better than another but every once in a while someone or something comes along that makes you re-evaluate everything that has come before in order to explore the possibilities of what might come in the future, this is happening all over the world, at every moment, someone somewhere is having their guts re-arranged by love and inspiration, both mean and divine, if you are lucky it is happening to you right now, and if you are very lucky it happened to you a long time ago and it is still active. For me it is happening right now, thank God! It’s about time.
~anonymous from a friend’s collection~
The Edge … there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
~Hunter S. Thompson~
Music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinite.
Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive.
“I don’t want to be loved. I want to love.”
~Claire of Assisi Patron Saint~
And when it looks like theres no where else to go, there is When it feels like you’re all alone, you’re not If you don’t wanna fail, you won’t If you wanna live, you will This is the moment that separates you from everyone else.
“In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
All the forces in the world are not so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
Your entire reality is based on your perception, if your perception changes, so does your reality.
The earth turned to bring us closer, it spun on itself and within us, and finally joined us together in this dream.
Music is intended and designed for sentient beings that have hopes and purposes and emotions.
All those moments will be lost in time. Like … tears … in the rain … Time … to die.
And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
We cannot teach people anything. We can only help them discover it within themselves.
Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the empty cavern. There was an abnormal lightness to my body, and sounds had a hollow echo to them.
Even if no one would miss me, even if I left no blank space in anyone’s life, even if no one noticed, I couldn’t leave willingly. Loss was not a skill, not a measure of life. And yet I still felt like I had something to lose.
~Haruki Murakami~ Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World~
Sometimes the one who is running from the Life/Death/Life nature insists on thinking of love as a boon only. Yet love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase, one aspect of love, and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased away and surfaces another time. To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings, and many many beginnings- all in the same relationship.
~Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With Wolves~
Though fairy tales end after ten pages, our lives do not. We are multi-volume sets. In our lives, even though one episode amounts to a crash and burn, there is always another episode awaiting us and then another. There are always more opportunities to get it right, to fashion our lives in the ways we deserve to have them. Don’t waste your time hating a failure. Failure is a greater teacher than success.
~CPE, Women Who Run With Wolves~
What is that which can never die It is that faithful force that is born into us that one that is greater than us that calls new seed to the open and battered and barren places so that we can be resown. It is this force in its insistence in its loyalty to us in its love of us in its most often mysterious ways that is far greater far more majestic and far more ancient than any heretofore ever known.
~CPE, Women Who Run With Wolves~
And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and inconceivable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence, innumerable lotus-lands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven. I could hear an indescribable seething roar which wasn’t in my ear but everywhere and had nothing to do with sounds. I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn’t remember because the transitions from life to death and back are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.
~Jack Kerouac, On The Road~
We shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses as the soul.
There’s only one rule I know of, babies – God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.
And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.
Why I’m talking about your beautiful green eyes. Are they real?
I am here to destroy your personality, to give birth to your individuality. I am not here to impose any religion on you. I am here to make you completely weightless – without religion, without ideology – just a profound silence, a serenity, a depth, a height that goes to the stars.
Search, search and search, so much that finally the seeker vanishes. There you meet him. Where the I is lost, there he is. There is not, and never has been, any wall between, except for the I.
I never thought of losing, but now that it’ s happened, the only thing is to do it right. That’s my obligation to all the people who believe in me. We all have to take defeats in life.
I know where I’m going and I know the truth, and I don’t have to be what you want me to be. I’m free to be what I want.”
There’s an inner you, the invisible you, that has to be sculpted, that can be made into a masterpiece.
~Mark Victor Hansen~
I was dumbfounded for quite a while before I managed to inquire, ‘what sound do I hear, so magnificent, so sweet, which fills my ears?’ ‘That is the music of the spheres.’ He answered.”
Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.
Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others may happen to sear your own fingers and make them dead to the quality of things.
Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.
~happy anniversary&love always tm, you will always be alive to me.~
One cannot read “loss” only feel it.
~Memoirs of a Geisha~
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing you–just a tad–off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you’re able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much–too tiring–and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy…or whatever…to happen.
And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home…I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally. . . I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.
and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy
The enigma of human destiny, is nothing for most men; fir the poet, it is always present in his imagination. the idea of death, which discourages common minds,makes the genius more audacious, and the mixture of the beauties of nature and the terrors of destruction excite I don’t know what frenzy of happiness and dread, without which one could neither understand nor describe the spectacle of this world.
~Madame de Stael~
Hope had two daughters: anger and courage.
~chilean on 9/11/73~
Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.
~Haruki Murakami~Dance, dance, dance~
If both the past and the external world exist only in the mind, and if the mind is controllable – what then?
~George Orwell, 1984~
I’m a fountain of blood. In the shape of a girl.
It is not from space that I must seek my dignity, but from the government of my thought. I shall have no more if I possess worlds. By space the universe encompasses me and swallows me like an atom; by thought I comprehend the world.
The truth may be puzzling. It may take some work to grapple with. It may be counterintuitive. It may contradict deeply held prejudices. It may not be consonant with what we desperately want to be true. But our preferences do not determine what’s true.