I live in two unique worlds

“I live in two unique worlds, traveling between both with just the opening or closing of my eyes.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich


Fernand Khnopff – Sphinx


Listen With a Still Heart


Above all, he learned from it how to listen, to listen with a still heart, with a waiting, open soul, without passion, without desire, without judgment, without opinions. — Herman Hesse, Siddhartha

To think with a limp

“Even though she herself had walked from the wreckage unscathed, some spirit shrapnel lodged itself deep inside her, beyond the reach of surgeons, poisoning her thoughts and causing her to think with a limp.”

Rhidian Brook: The Aftermath (ISBN 9780241957479)

Andre Coquelin

photo: Andre Coquelin

Where each noise helps only to make the silence appear by displacing it (Marcel Proust)

“As for me, I feel myself living and thinking in a room where everything is the creation and the language of lives profoundly different from mine, of a taste opposite to mine, where I find nothing of my conscious thought, where my imagination is excited by feeling itself plunged into the depths of the non-ego; I feel happy only when setting foot—on the Avenue de la Gare, on the Port, or on the Place de l’Eglise—in one of those provincial hotels with cold, long corridors where the wind from outside contends successfully with the efforts of the heating system, where the detailed geographic map of the district is still the sole ornament on the walls, where each noise helps only to make the silence appear by displacing it, where the rooms keep a musty perfume which the open air comes to wash, but does not eliminate, and which the nostrils inhale a hundred times in order to bring it to the imagination, which is enchanted with it, which has it pose like a model to try to recreate it with all the thoughts and remembrances that it contains…”
― Marcel Proust

James Hart Dyke

image: James Hart Dyke

We should count time by heart throbs…

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts not breaths; in feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

— Aristotle

Happiness is a how, not a what. A talent, not an object.”
― Hermann Hesse