Marin Sorescu, tr. by Michael Longley & Joanna Russell-Gebbet, from “Map,”
On the Beach at Night Alone (2017)
Hong Sang-soo
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mary Bowles
rasputin didnt become a fucked up sex wizard until he was like 30. your life doesn’t end at 25 <3
if you’re in your mid twenties and you’re reading this you still have plenty of time to inadvertently topple a dynasty just by being really fucking weird and horny. don’t worry.
Gustave Flaubert, from a notebook entry written c. September 1839 (x)
i can always relate to a girl who wants to leave
"Until the mind can love, and admire, and trust, and hope, and endure, reasoned principles of moral conduct are seeds cast upon the highway of life which the unconscious passenger tramples into dust, although they would bear the harvest of his happiness."
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Preface to Prometheus Unbound
"Vous ne saurez jamais que votre âme voyage
Comme au fond de mon cœur un doux cœur adopté ;
Et que rien, ni le temps, d’autres amours, ni l’âge,
N’empêcheront jamais que vous ayez été.
Que la beauté du monde a pris votre visage,
Vit de votre douceur, luit de votre clarté,
Et que ce lac pensif au fond du paysage
Me redit seulement votre sérénité.
Vous ne saurez jamais que j’emporte votre âme
Comme une lampe d’or qui m’éclaire en marchant ;
Qu’un peu de votre voix a passé dans mon chant.
Doux flambeau, vos rayons, doux brasier, votre flamme,
M’instruisent des sentiers que vous avez suivis,
Et vous vivez un peu puisque je vous survis."
— Marguerite Yourcenar
"D’où me vient, ô mon Dieu, cette paix qui m’inonde ?
D’où me vient cette foi dont mon cœur surabonde ?
À moi qui tout à l’heure, incertain, agité,
Et sur les flots du doute à tout vent ballotté,
Cherchais le bien, le vrai, dans les rêves des sages,
Et la paix dans des cœurs retentissant d’orages ?
À peine sur mon front quelques jours ont glissé,
Il me semble qu’un siècle et qu’un monde ont passé,
Et que, séparé d’eux par un abîme immense,
Un nouvel homme en moi renaît et recommence."
— Alphonse de Lamartine, Bénédiction de Dieu dans la solitude
weekend? more like weakened. let me rest
I know that sadness is a sin; but I cannot do anything about it, I have no way to defend myself or overcome it. Moreover, when it has no obvious cause, it feeds on itself, it draws from its own source. To tell the truth, it is not a sin, but a vice. Could it be the result of addiction? But what if we were predestined for this addiction?
Notebooks
Emil Cioran
does anyone know how to make a desicion
Both Dostoyevsky and Papdiamantis insist on the risk which a relationship with God involves. The risk confirms that this really is a personal relationship, an attainment of communion.
Both refuse to substitute individual self-sufficiency for relationship. For individual self-sufficiency implies an accumulation of virtues, moral achievements and the acquisition of merit.
That is why they affirm the courage of failure. The whole history of the Church is objectively one huge failure, but a failure which constitutes the Gospel of salvation.
Orthodoxy and the West
Christos yannaras
i blog for girls who were deeply lonely in elementary school and stayed that way
I have remarked that I can get along quite well with a man only when he has reached the height of defeat, and has lost all seating, and, with it, all the certainties of his success. It is that, in these moments, he has stripped away all the lies, and that he is naked and true, restored to his essence by the blows of fate.
J’ai remarqué que je ne peux m’entendre tout à fait bien avec un homme que lorsqu’il est parvenu au comble de la défaite, et qu’il a perdu toute assise, et, avec elle, toutes les certitudes de son succès. C’est que, dans ces moments, il a dépouillé tous les mensonges, et qu’il est nu et vrai, rendu à son essence par les coups du sort.
Notebooks
Emil Cioran


