Valeddy

“hell is not black or fiery. It is an unvaried gray without promise.”
― Louise Erdrich, Future Home of the Living God

“To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened:—that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on,—
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.”
― William Wordsworth, Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey

“it
would be surprising if I had a clearer grasp of things that I
realize are doubtful, unknown and foreign to me—·namely,
bodies·—than I have of what is true and known— namely
my own self. But I see what the trouble is: I keep drifting
towards that error because my mind likes to wander freely,
refusing to respect the boundaries that truth lays down. Very
well, then; I shall let it run free for a while, so that when
the time comes to rein it in it won’t be so resistant to being
pulled back.”
― DESCARTES RENE

“For these difficult and inaccessible books, with all their preliminary harshness, often yield the richest fruits in the end, and so curiously is the brain compounded that while tracts of literature repel at one season, they are appetising and essential at another”
― Virginia Woolf