Haruki Murakami ~ Huge Cosmic Love
“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one's own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, and cut it's way across the empty sky, and sink below the western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Peyrelebade Landscape, 1869
Elie Wiesel ~ In Memoriam
There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.
Eliezer "Elie" Wiesel KBE was a Romanian-born American Jewish writer, professor, political activist, Holocaust survivor, and Nobel Laureate. Wikipedia
Born: September 30, 1928, Sighetu Marmației, Romania
Died: July 2, 2016, Upper East Side, New York City, New York, United States
Ralph Waldo Emerson ~ On Books
Some books leave us free and some books make us free - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Eudora Welty ~ A Passion For Books
“It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass. Yet regardless of where they come from, I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them -- with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself. Still illiterate, I was ready for them, committed to all the reading I could give them ...”
― Eudora Welty, One Writer's Beginnings
Lady Clementina Hawarden
Lady Clementina’s daughter, also called Clementina
Fyodor Dostoyevsky ~ White Nights
“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can't help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn't have known you better if we'd been friends for twenty years. You won't fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you've made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you've reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.
When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now-
If and when you fall in love, may you be happy with her. I don't need to wish her anything, for she'll be happy with you. May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
Photo is from the movie Le notti bianche...
Le Notti Bianche is a 1957 Italian film directed by Italian neorealist Luchino Visconti. The movie takes its title and basic plot from Fyodor Dostoevsky’s 1848 short story, White Nights.
Franz Kafka ~ The Metamorphosis
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
Gustave Flaubert ~ Read To Live
“Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.”
― Gustave Flaubert
Thomas Hardy ~ Something Within Us…
"Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change."
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), was an English novelist and poet. A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot, he was influenced both in his novels and in his poetry by Romanticism, especially William Wordsworth. (Wikipedia)
Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ Dreams
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Émile Constant Puyo
Charles Dickens ~ A Quiet Silent Man
“He had been for many years, a quiet silent man, associating but little with other men, and used to companionship with his own thoughts. He had never known before the strength of the want in his heart for the frequent recognition of a nod, a look, a word; or the immense amount of relief that had been poured into it by drops through such small means.”
― Charles Dickens, Hard Times
Burghers of Calais (detail)