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Farther in the distance, I could even see mighty Brazil nut trees towering over the forest. I looked at it all in a new way. Is nature beautiful if your family dies in it without help? I determined that the beauty in nature is really the beauty of our perception of it. No, it wouldn’t be beautiful without humans to declare it so. But, my God, it
... See moreDaniel L. Everett • Don't Sleep, There Are Snakes: Life and Language in the Amazonian Jungle (Vintage Departures)
And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to attempt to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect. And as for that object, it
... See moreMarcel Proust • In Search of Lost Time [volumes 1 to 7]
For years and years I struggled just to love my life. And then the butterfly rose, weightless, in the wind. “Don’t love your life too much,” it said, and vanished into the world.
Mary Oliver • Dream Work
If you notice anything, it leads you to notice more and more.
Mary Oliver • Dream Work
The Blade Itself (The First Law, #1)
goodreads.comThe sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it; perhaps because I had so often seen such things in the interval, without tasting them, on the trays in pastry-cooks’ windows, that their image had dissociated itself from those Combray days to take its place among others more recent; perhaps because of those
... See moreMarcel Proust • In Search of Lost Time [volumes 1 to 7]
—Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the human sufferer. Terror is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the secret cause.—
James Joyce • A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (AmazonClassics Edition)
The god of dirt came up to me many times and said so many wise and delectable things, I lay on the grass listening to his dog voice, crow voice, frog voice; now, he said, and now, and never once mentioned forever,
Mary Oliver • Dream Work
I may want to read the book that is the subject of this article eventually, sounds right up my alley. Consider following current fiction kick