Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak. —August Strindberg
Archive for the ‘Memory’ Category
the presentiment of its end
December 7, 2009
the last romance
December 3, 2009
The romance of your child’s childhood may be the last romance you can give up. — Adam Gopnik
a renunciation of instinct
November 30, 2009
It is impossible to overlook the extent to which civilization is built upon a renunciation of instinct. —Sigmund Freud
or else alone
November 30, 2009
I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone. —Rainer Maria Rilke
tools to make tools
November 30, 2009
Intelligence is the faculty of making artificial objects, especially tools to make tools. - Henri Bergson
more tangible than prayers
November 28, 2009
. . . most bereaved souls crave nourishment more tangible than prayers: they want a steak. —M. F. K. Fisher
End of Empire
November 27, 2009
A great empire, like a great cake, is most easily diminished at the edges. —Benjamin Franklin
Finest of all the things I have left
November 26, 2009
Finest of all the things I have left is the light of the sun, Next to that the brilliant stars and the face of the moon, Cucumbers in their season, too, and apples and pears. —Praxilla
rare in the wild but extremely important
November 26, 2009
Smooth shapes are very rare in the wild but extremely important in the ivory tower and the factory. —Benoit Mandelbrot
why have to be human
November 25, 2009
Why, when this span of life might be fleeted away as laurel, a little darker than all the surrounding green, with tiny waves on the border of every leaf (like the smile of a wind): – oh, why have to be human, and shunning Destiny, long for Destiny?… —Rilke