birute k.

“But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

“It is said that once upon a time St. Kevin was kneeling with his arms stretched out in the form of a cross in Glendalough. . . As Kevin knelt and prayed, a blackbird mistook his outstretched hand for some kind of roost and swooped down upon it, laid a clutch of eggs in it and proceeded to nest in it as if it were the branch of a tree. Then, overcome with pity and constrained by his faith to love all creatures great and small, Kevin stayed immobile for hours and days and nights and weeks, holding out his hand until the eggs hatched and the fledging grew wings, true to life if subversive of common sense, at the intersection of natural process and the glimpsed ideal, at one and the same time a signpost and a reminder. Manifesting that order of poetry where we can at last grow up to that which we stored up as we grew.”
― Seamus Heaney, Crediting Poetry: The Nobel Lecture

“I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.”
― Franz Kafka

“You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.”
― Franz Kafka