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Vladimir: “You should have been a poet.”
Estragon: “I was.” [Gesture towards his rags.] “Isn’t that obvious.” [Silence.]
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Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
There are filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.
I wanted comfort out of the arts and found myself writing that ‘Abstract art is not for the wanting in head and heart’.
His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain — why he did not instantly disappear. ‘I went a little farther,’ he said, ‘then a little farther — till I had gone so far that I don’t know how I’ll ever get back.’
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It seems redundant to pick a quote from one of the greatest modernists - and one of the greatest literary women - to have graced us with their gift. Nonetheless, this is one beautiful jewel amongst the myriad.
“But, no. They stood there, isolated from the rest of the world. His immense self-pity, his demand for sympathy poured and spread itself in pools at their feet, and all she did, miserable sinner that she was, was to draw her skirts a little closer round her ankles, lest she should get wet. In complete silence she stood there, grasping her paint brush.”
- To the Lighthouse
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”
Happy Birthday, Virginia Woolf
They gave birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more”.
“For a creative writer possession of the “truth” is less important than emotional sincerity.”
George Orwell
This was a close favourite. It’s just beautiful.