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F. SCOTT FITZGERALD ~ THE BEAUTY OF LITERATURE

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“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald

OSCAR WILDE ~ A WORK OF ART

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“One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.”

Oscar Wilde

VIRGINIA WOOLF ~ A FAREWELL

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“I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You  see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that- everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.”

Suicide note from Virginia Woolf for her husband Leonard Woolf

28 March 1941

On that day Virginia filled her pockets with stones and walked into the River Ouse.

ANAIS NIN ~ ON HAPPINESS

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“If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then i will never know happiness. for I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.”

Anais Nin

Photo Irving Penn, Anais Nin (1971)

T.S. ELIOT ~ A CONVERSATION WITH MY SOUL

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“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”
T.S. Eliot

MARGARET ATWOOD ~ MEANINGLESS WORDS

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Now we’re on my home ground, foreign territory. My throat constricts, as it learned to do when I discovered people could say words that would go into my ears meaning nothing.

Margaret Atwood

Born 1939, Canada

Surfacing

ANNE MICHAELS ~ ON GRIEF

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“Grief requires time. If a chip of stone radiates its self, its breath, so long, how stubborn might be the soul”

Anne Michaels

Fugitive Pieces

JAMES JOYCE ~ THE ARTIST

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“The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.”

James Joyce

(1882-1941)

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

VIRGINIA WOOLF ~ WE LOVE EACH OTHER

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He was silent for a moment. Silence seemed to have fallen upon the world. “That is what I have felt since I knew you” he replied. “We are happy together”. He did not seem to be speaking, or she to be hearing. “Very happy”, she answered. They continued to walk for some time in silence. Their steps unconsciously quickened. “We love each other”, he said. “We love each other”, she repeated. The silence was then broken by their voices which joined in tones of strange unfamiliar sound which formed no words. Faster and faster they walked; simultaneously they stopped, clasped each other in their arms, then releasing themselves, dropped to the earth.  “We love each other” he repeated, searching into her face. Their faces were both very pale and quiet, and they said nothing.

The Voyage Out (1915), Virginia Woolf

HERMANN HESSE ~ REALITY

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There’s no reality except the one contained within us. That’s why so many people live an unreal life. They take images outside them for reality and never allow the world within them to assert itself.”

Hermann Hesse

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