Edvard Munch, Consolation
I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
God help us — for art is long, and life so short.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, from Faust: First Part
Andrei Tarkovsky’s “STALKER” (1979)
… sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, the next a star.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Sunset” in Selected Poems
, trans. Robert Bly
Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case.
The Sign of Four
by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism
I keep my phrases hung like clothes in a cupboard, waiting for someone to wear them.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
This is death, death, death, she noted in the margin of her mind; when illusion fails.
Virginia Woolf, Between The Acts
Those who control the past, control the future: who controls the present controls the past.
"1984" by Eric Blair aka. George Orwell.