Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.
― H. Rider Haggard, She (Oxford University Press, October 22, 1998). Originally published 1887.
H. Rider Haggard — The Vale of Soul-Making
“That’s what all we are. Amateurs. We don’t live long enough to be anything else.” — Art of Quotation
“That’s what all we are. Amateurs. We don’t live long enough to be anything else.”
– Charlie Chaplin, actor, director, composer, quote from the 1952 film “Limelight”
“That’s what all we are. Amateurs. We don’t live long enough to be anything else.” — Art of Quotation
Eugène Ionesco — The Vale of Soul-Making
The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all…I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, […]
Eugène Ionesco — The Vale of Soul-Making
Charlie Chaplin — The Vale of Soul-Making
When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if […]
Charlie Chaplin — The Vale of Soul-Making
Michel Foucault — microprose
Photo by Martine Franck/Magnum Photos
‘Our society is one not of spectacle, but of surveillance; under the surface of images, one invests bodies in depth; behind the great abstraction of exchange, there continues the meticulous, concrete training of useful forces; the circuits of communication are the supports of an accumulation and a centralization of knowledge; […]
Michel Foucault — microprose
Fernando Pessoa — The Vale of Soul-Making
My mysticism is not to try to know. It is to live and not think about it.
— Alberto Caeiro, (Fernando Pessoa), from The Keeper of Sheep, Selected Poems: Fernando Pessoa, trans. Jonathan Griffin (Penguin, 1982)
Fernando Pessoa — The Vale of Soul-Making
Henri Michaux
… I am writing to you from the city of time interrupted. The slow catastrophe does not end…
– Henri Michaux, (1899-1984) in Trials, Exorcisms (Gallimard, 1946) [As taken from my writer’s notebook, May 2020 [MN]]
Michel Foucault — microprose
Photo by Martine Franck/Magnum Photos ‘Our society is one not of spectacle, but of surveillance; under the surface of images, one invests bodies in depth; behind the great abstraction of exchange, there continues the meticulous, concrete training of useful forces; the circuits of communication are the supports of an accumulation and a centralization of knowledge; […]
Michel Foucault — microprose
Edmond Jabès — The Vale of Soul-Making
It is very hard to live with silence. The real silence is death and this is terrible. To approach this silence, it is necessary to journey to the desert. You do not go to the desert to find identity, but to lose it, to lose your personality, to be anonymous. You make yourself void. You […]
Anna Kamieńska — The Vale of Soul-Making
Writing down your thoughts is both necessary and harmful. It leads to eccentricity, narcissism, preserves what should be let go. On the other hand, these notes intensify the inner life, which, left unexpressed, slips through your fingers. If only I could find a better kind of journal, humbler, one that would preserve the same thoughts, the same flesh of life, which is worth saving.
— Anna Kamieńska, from “In That Great River: A Notebook,” Poetry. Originally Published: June 1, 2010
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