11 5 / 2013

"Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth - look at the dying man’s struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment."

Søren Kierkegaard (via heteroglossia)

(Source: 2cliffs, via heteroglossia)

09 5 / 2013

"Education is where we decide whether we love our children enough not to expel them from our world and leave them to their own devices, nor to strike from their hands their chance of undertaking something new, something unforeseen by us, but to prepare them in advance for the task of renewing a common world."

Hannah Arendt

07 5 / 2013

"As we are, such are the times."

St. Augustine (via the-loup-noir)

26 4 / 2013

"Posljednji dani svibnja spadaju u najdulje u godini, i unatoč svjetlima na pristaništu trajekta i svjetlima vozila koja su se u rijekama ulijevala u trbuh broda, još je nazirala odsjaj na zapadnom nebu i na njemu crni humak jednog otoka - (…) - uredno ocrtan poput pudinga izvrnutog na ulazu u zaljev."

Alice Munro, Što se pamti

14 4 / 2013

"In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality."

Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (via tamnasrca)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via tamnasrca)

12 4 / 2013

benaltrecose:

Portrait of young Canadian writer Alice Ann Munro, born 10 July 1931.

benaltrecose:

Portrait of young Canadian writer Alice Ann Munro, born 10 July 1931.

12 4 / 2013

"I can’t play bridge. I don’t play tennis. All those things that people learn, and I admire, there hasn’t seemed time for. But what there is time for is looking out the window."

Alice Munro (via thiscommonplacebook)

02 4 / 2013

"Once more the house and I are alone."

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude (via the-final-sentence)

16 3 / 2013

20 2 / 2013

"I need to tell a story. It’s an obsession. Each story is a seed inside of me that starts to grow and grow, like a tumor, and I have to deal with it sooner or later. Why a particular story? I don’t know when I begin. That I learn much later. Over the years I’ve discovered that all the stories I’ve told, all the stories I will ever tell, are connected to me in some way. If I’m talking about a woman in Victorian times who leaves the safety of her home and comes to the Gold Rush in California, I’m really talking about feminism, about liberation, about the process I’ve gone through in my own life, escaping from a Chilean, Catholic, patriarchal, conservative, Victorian family and going out into the world."

Kurt Vonnegut on writing