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.

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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

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

Franz Kafka

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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

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

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

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

Ota Dokan (1432-1486)

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

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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

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Just a bump on the toboggan ride into the abyss.

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“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

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

William Faulkner, Mosquitoes: A Novel

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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

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Sense that sees itself is spirit.

Novalis

 

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

T.S. Eliot, East Coker

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Silence is so accurate.

Mark Rothko

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find a way to say nothing

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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…

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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

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

Arvo Pärt

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

Sylvia Plath

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