Keith

“We say 'forest' but this word is made of the unknown, the unfamiliar, the unencompassed. The earth. Clods of dirt. Pebbles. On a clear day you rest among ordinary, everyday things that have been familiar to you since childhood, grass, bushes, a dog (or a cat), a chair, but that changes when you realize that every object is an enormous army, an inexhaustible swarm.”
― Witold Gombrowicz

“I am suggesting that we can and do regain eternity when we are so immersed in life, in moral action, or in aesthetic contemplation, that we completely forget about time and anxiety.”
― Don Cupitt

“I can't explain it. It's what turns you to powder, being ground between what you can't do and what you must do. You just turn to dust.”
― James Salter

“The greatest weariness comes from work not done.
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― Eric Hoffer