The wave roars around you, and you are the wave; the forest rustles and you are forest. There is no more outside and inside. You fly, a bird in the air; you swim, a fish in the sea; you absorb light, and you are light; you taste darkness, and are darkness.
— Hermann Hesse, The Fairytales of Hermann Hesse (trans. Jack Zipes)
Quelques temps après, François tomba gravement malade et sentit passer sur lui la griffe de la mort. C’est sans doute à cette heure qu’il commença à réaliser que d’une vie en permanence consacrée aux plaisirs, il ne pouvait naître ni contentement ni paix intérieure ; mais il ne savait rien d’une voie pour trouver d’autres biens, alors qu’il désirait d’une immense ardeur réunir toute sa vie dans…
"I'm only asking for strength for my days. Teach me the art of small steps."
1 @soracities || 2, 3 shanna van maurik || 4 winter of artifice by anaïs nin || 5 hermann hesse, in an excerpt from hermann hesse on little joys, breaking the trance of busyness, and the most important habit for living with presence, the marginalian || 6 café terrace at night (place du forum, arles), Vincent van Gogh || 7 oamul lu || 8 leaves, lloyd Schwartz || 8 tony kushner, angels in america || 10 dead poets society || 11 a prayer, antoine de saint-exupéry
How some straight men in classic literature act: women are smart and beautiful, but they seem so out of reach.
Anyway, here is my best friend. He is so beautiful. He is the one person I can trust. We might have kissed a few times in this novel, like all good friends do. Did I mention how beautiful he is in this feminine way? It takes my breath away.