There is also a fable told by Phaedrus, about how Simonides was once a victim of shipwreck. As the other passengers scurried about the sinking ship trying to save their possessions, the poet stood idle. When questioned, he declared, mecum mea sunt cuncta: everything that is me is with me. Anne Carson
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover,...
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William Shakespeare
Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.
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Jess C. Scott
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Not like hermits who...
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Hermann Hesse
When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker downin tall grasses, and even elephantslumber after safety. When great trees fallin forests, small things recoil into silence, their senseseroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomeslight,...
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Maya Angelou
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
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Charles Bukowski
More Quotes By Anne Carson
THE PRESOCRATIC PROBLEM[all snap flags] Parmenides named his gun The Hot Power of the Stars. His gun was one, uncreated, imperishable, timeless, changeless, perfect, spherical. Spherical was the problem.
LIII.What is the holiness of conversation? It isto master death.
Come here, let me share a bit of wisdom with you. Have you given much thought to our mortal condition? Probably not. Why would you? Well, listen. There's no one alivewho can say if he will be tomorrow. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Our fate moves invisibly! A...
To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
Now every mortal has painand sweat is constant, but if there is anything dearer than being alive, it's dark to me. We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing(whatever it is) that glitters on the earth--we call it life. We know no other. The...
