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  • #1
    Samuel Beckett
    “How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life.”
    Samuel Beckett, Krapp's Last Tape & Embers

  • #2
    Samuel Beckett
    “I am interested in the shape of ideas, even if I do not believe in them”
    Samuel Beckett

  • #3
    John Ashbery
    “The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through …”
    John Ashbery

  • #4
    Jeff Zentner
    “That wouldn't be a bad way to die...giving off light for millions of years after you're gone.”
    Jeff Zentner, The Serpent King

  • #5
    “It was a year that, like all years, a lot of things happened in.”
    Carrie Fisher, The Princess Diarist
    tags: year

  • #6
    Fennel Hudson
    “December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.”
    Fennel Hudson, A Meaningful Life - Fennel's Journal - No. 1

  • #7
    Craig D. Lounsbrough
    “The priceless lesson in the New Year is that endings birth beginnings and beginnings birth endings. And in this elegantly choreographed dance of life, neither ever find an end in the other.”
    Craig D. Lounsbrough, Flecks of Gold on a Path of Stone: Simple Truths for Profound Living

  • #8
    “December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...”
    John Geddes A Familiar Rain

  • #9
    Vivian Swift
    “Now is the time of fresh starts
    This is the season that makes everything new.
    There is a longstanding rumor that Spring is the time
    of renewal, but that's only if you ignore the depressing
    clutter and din of the season. All that flowering
    and budding and birthing--- the messy youthfulness
    of Spring actually verges on squalor. Spring is too busy,
    too full of itself, too much like a 20-year-old to be the best time for reflection, re-grouping, and starting fresh.
    For that you need December. You need to have lived
    through the mindless biological imperatives of your life (to bud, and flower, and show off) before you can see that a landscape of new fallen snow is THE REAL YOU.
    December has the clarity, the simplicity, and the silence you need for the best FRESH START of your life.”
    Vivian Swift, When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put

  • #10
    Leo Tolstoy
    “Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”
    Leo Tolstoy

  • #11
    Leo Tolstoy
    “He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #12
    Leo Tolstoy
    “Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in the autumn.”
    Leo Tolstoy

  • #13
    Marcel Proust
    “Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.”
    Marcel Proust, The Captive / The Fugitive

  • #14
    Marcel Proust
    “I cannot express the uneasiness caused in me by this intrusion of mystery and beauty into a room I had at last filled with myself to the point of paying no more attention to the room than to that self. The anesthetizing influence of habit having ceased, I would begin to have thoughts, and feelings, and they are such sad things.”
    Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

  • #15
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done, full of tasks, claims, and demands; and let us see that we learn to take it without letting fall too much of what it has to bestow upon those who demand of it necessary, serious, and great things.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1892-1910

  • #16
    “Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold
    And like the sky my soul is also turnin'
    Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind”
    Ray Lamontagne, God Willin' & the Creek Don't Rise

  • #17
    H.G. Wells
    “It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.”
    H.G. Wells, The Time Machine

  • #18
    H.G. Wells
    “Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.”
    H.G. Wells

  • #19
    Charles Dickens
    “A heart well worth winning, and well won. A heart that, once won, goes through fire and water for the winner, and never changes, and is never daunted.”
    Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friend

  • #20
    Charles Dickens
    “She was very pretty: exceedingly pretty. With a dimpled, surprised-looking, capital face; a ripe little mouth, that seemed made to be kissed — as no doubt it was; all kinds of good little dots about her chin, that melted into one another when she laughed; and the sunniest pair of eyes you ever saw in any little creature's head. Altogether she was what you would have called provoking, you know; but satisfactory, too. Oh, perfectly satisfactory.”
    Charles Dickens, Christmas Books: A Christmas Carol, The Chimes, The Cricket on the Hearth, The Battle of Life, The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargain

  • #21
    Virginia Woolf
    “She sighed, she snored, not that she was asleep, only drowsy and heavy, drowsy and heavy, like a field of clover in the sunshine this hot July day, with the bees going round and about and the yellow butterflies.”
    Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

  • #22
    Virginia Woolf
    “The tiger leapt, and the swallow dipped her wings in dark pools on the other side of the world.”
    Woolf Virginia, The Waves

  • #23
    Virginia Woolf
    “I will pull on my stockings and go quietly past the bedroom doors, and down through the kitchen, out through the garden past the greenhouse into the field. It is still early morning. The mist is on the marshes. The day is stark and stiff as a linen shroud. But it will soften; it will warm. At this hour, this still early hour, I think I am the field, I am the barn, I am the trees; mine are the flocks of birds, and this young hare who leaps, at the last moment when I step almost on him. Mine is the heron that stretches its vast wings lazily; and the cow that creaks as it pushes one foot before another munching; and the wild, swooping swallow; and the faint red in the sky, and the green when the red fades; the silence and the bell; the call of the man fetching cart-horses from the fields - all are mine.”
    Virginia Woolf
    tags: woolf

  • #24
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
    I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”
    jonathan safran foer

  • #25
    Amy Bloom
    “The past is a candle at great distance: too close to let you quit, too far to comfort you.”
    Amy Bloom, Away

  • #26
    Marcel Proust
    “Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”
    Marcel Proust

  • #27
    William Faulkner
    “Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar...”
    William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

  • #28
    Chuck Klosterman
    “When you start thinking about what your life was like 10 years ago--and not in general terms, but in highly specific detail--it's disturbing to realize how certain elements of your being are completely dead. They die long before you do. It's astonishing to consider all the things from your past that used to happen all the time but (a) never happen anymore, and (b) never even cross your mind. It's almost like those things didn't happen. Or maybe it seems like they just happened to someone else. To someone you don't really know. To someone you just hung out with for one night, and now you can't even remember her name.”
    Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story

  • #29
    André Aciman
    “Over the years I'd lodged him in the permanent past, my pluperfect lover, put him on ice, stuffed him with memories and mothballs like a hunted ornament confabulating with the ghost of all my evenings. I'd dust him off from time to time and then put him back on the mantelpiece. He no longer belonged to earth or to life. All I was likely to discover at this point wasn't just how distant were the paths we'd taken, it was the measure of loss that was going to strike me--a loss I didn't mind thinking about in abstract terms but which would hurt when stared at in the face, the way nostalgia hurts long after we've stopped thinking of things we lost and may never have cared for.”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #30
    Adele Parks
    “The past is for learning from and letting go. You can't revisit it. It vanishes.”
    Adele Parks, Young Wives' Tales



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