The body isn’t a thing, it’s a situation; it’s our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project.

Simone de Beauvoir.

In the encounter itself there is nothing perdurable. It bears the mark of transience in its essence. But its nucleus is the occurrence of mutual awareness. Its goal is [to take] the step from awareness to recognition.

Carl Zuckmayer, The Long Roads
tr.  Douglas Robertson

Truth is indivisible…it cannot recognize itself; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.

Franz Kafka

Only if we are truly humble is the scent awakened for what is great, and only if this occurs do we become capable of wonder.

Heidegger, Aristotle’s Metaphysics

The only external reality that matters is the misery of the human condition. 

John Calder, The Philosophy of Samuel Beckett, pg. 32

Had I not known
that I was dead already
I would have mourned
my loss of life.

Ota Dokan (1432-1486)

i will cry over another’s death, but i will never shed a tear over my own.

The greatness of man is great in that he knows himself to be wretched. A tree does not know itself to be wretched.

Blaise Pascal

Just a bump on the toboggan ride into the abyss.

“I need to emerge from tiny time-stopping moments; I need to exist inside dawn’s light. I need to give in to the presence of everything humble, boundlessly sincere and extraordinarily terrifying.”

Virginia Woolf, Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909

Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.

William Faulkner, Mosquitoes: A Novel

It is all well and good to confess that one is a sinner, but it would be even better to think of the harm that one does to another through one’s sin.

Pierre Hadot, The Present Alone is Our Happiness, pg. 27

Sense that sees itself is spirit.


The only wisdom we can hope to acquire
Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.

T.S. Eliot, East Coker

Silence is so accurate.

Mark Rothko

find a way to say nothing

how about more beauty… not prettiness or the happy-happy kind but true beauty, the one that utterly guts you and makes you feel infinitesimally small and infinitely vast at the same time; the one whose wake lingers long after, spreading, carrying you drifting beyond the horizon…

Let there be a past, let there be a future, with nothing that would allow the passage from one to the other . . . 

Maurice Blanchot
The Step Not Beyond, trans. Lycette Nelson (Albany: SUNY Press, 1992), p. 12

so that every blade of grass would be as important as a flower

Arvo Pärt

It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.

Sylvia Plath