Deedee Furl

“Je commence à me demander où diable sommes-nous.”
― Henri Charrière, Papillon

“It is generally understood that men don't aspire after the absolute right, but only to do about as well as the rest of the world.”
― Harriet Beecher Stowe

“This time is difficult, wait for me:
we will live it out vividly.
Give me your small hand:
we will rise and suffer,
we will feel and rejoice.

We are once more the pair
who lived in bristling places,
in harsh nests in the rock.
This time is difficult, wait for me
with a basket, with a shovel,
with your shoes and your clothes.

Now we need each other
not only for the carnations' sake,
not only to look for honey:
we need our hands
to wash with and to make fire,
and so let our difficult time
stand up to infinity
with four hands and four eyes.”
― Pablo Neruda

“To muse for long unwearied hours with my attention riveted to some frivolous device upon the margin, or in the typography of a book — to become absorbed for the better part of a summer's day in a quaint shadow falling aslant upon the tapestry, or upon the floor — to lose myself for an entire night in watching the steady flame of a lamp, or the embers of a fire — to dream away whole days over the perfume of a flower — to repeat monotonously some common word, until the sound, by dint of frequent repetition, ceased to convey any idea whatever to the mind — to lose all sense of motion or physical existence in a state of absolute bodily quiescence long and obstinately persevered in — Such were a few of the most common and least pernicious vagaries induced by a condition of the mental faculties, not, indeed, altogether unparalleled, but certainly bidding defiance to any thing like analysis or explanation.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Berenice