❝It’s too easy, you see, to get trapped in the past. The past is very seductive. People always talk about the mists of time, you know, but really it’s the present that’s in a mist, uncertain. The past is quite clear, and warm, and comforting. That’s why people often get stuck there.
Via @nemfrog
“Jupiter and its four satellites.” The heavens. 1867. Jupiter’s known moons now number 79.
❝We all have forests in our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.
❝I want everything quiet and simple. For me: walking barefoot, sitting still, reading, listening to stories and now and then telling some myself. Eating fruit, drinking milk, longing to create, but with patience and many insights.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Lou Salomé witten c. March 1904 (via nemophilies)
nemfrog
Speculative view of Saturn’s ring from the planet itself. Las Maravillas del cielo. n.d.
❝Hardly touching, I hold / What I can only think of / As some deepest of memories in my arms, / Not mine, but as if the life in me / Were slowly remembering what it is.
❝I want to go to Italy – with you, Darling – It seems so yellow – dull, mellow yellow – and that’s your color – and I’d feel so like there was nobody else in existence but just you ‘n me-
— Zelda Fitzgerald, from a letter to Francis Scott Fitzgerald, April 1919. (via xshayarsha)
mentaltimetraveller
Robert Mapplethorpe
America (Calla Lilly), 1988
thatsbutterbaby
Kawahara Keiga, Octopus vulgaris, between 1823 and 1829. Pencil drawing and watercolor on paper.
❝Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt–marvellous error!–
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.
— Antonio Machado, from “Last night, as I was sleeping,” Times Alone: Selected Poems of Antonio Machado, trans. Robert Bly (Wesleyan University Press, 1983)
❝Forget. What a word, he thought. Full of horror, comfort, and apparitions! Who could live without forgetting? But who could forget enough? The ashes of memory that ground one’s heart. Only when one had nothing more to live for, was one free.
—
Erich Maria Remarque, from
Arch of Triumph
(Random House Trade Paperbacks, 1945) (via
metaphorformetaphor)
jibadojo:
Kyoto Fushimi Inari Temple
jibadojo
Kyoto Fushimi Inari Temple
can’t wait for November (:
