You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.
I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and it isn’t of much value. Life hasn’t revealed its beauty to them.
And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.
Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
Her dark hair was scattered and its beauty stung his eyes like smoke and ate into his heart.
He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.
Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it.
No one makes history, no one sees it happen, no one sees the grass grow.
And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?
Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.
As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.
Every herd is a refuge for giftlessness, whether it’s a faith in Soloviev, or Kant, or Marx. Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don’t love it sufficiently.
Man is born to live, not to prepare for life. Life itself, the phenomenon of life, the gift of life, is so breath-takingly serious!
The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.
For life, too, is only an instant,Only the dissolving of ourselvesIn the selves of all othersAs if bestowing a gift –
In a single wave of meaning the triumphant purity of being.
If it’s so painful to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it is to be a woman, to be the electricity, to inspire love.
When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.
Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name
I don’t think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of and nothing to regret. I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life hasn’t revealed its beauty to them.
But who are we, where do we come fromWhen all those yearsNothing but idle talk is leftAnd we are nowhere in the world?”= MEETING =
You said that facts are meaningless, unless meanings are put into them. Well, Christianity, the mystery of the individual, is precisely what must be put into the facts to make them meaningful.
Only the familiar transformed by genius is truly great.
There shall be no more death, Because we have already seen all that, Its old and we are tired of it, And now we need something new, And this new thing is Eternal Life
All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.
In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and it isn’t of much value. Life hasn’t revealed its beauty to them.
Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.
I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.