Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Molded by Love & Friendship by François Mauriac


We are all molded and remolded by those who have loved us and,
though that love may pass, we remain, none the less, their work.
No love, no friendship can ever cross the path of our destiny
without leaving some mark upon it forever.
François Mauriac

Remaining Alive by Edith Wharton


In spite of illness, in spite of the arch enemy sorrow,
one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration
if one is unafraid of change, insatiable of intellectual curiosity,
interested in big things, and happy in small ways.
Edith Wharton

Saturday, December 9, 2017

The power of Nature by William Wordsworth


And hence this Tale, while I was yet a Boy.
Careless of books, yet having felt the power
Of Nature, by the gentle agency
Of natural objects, led me on to feel
For passions that were not my own, and think
(At random and imperfectly indeed)
On man, the heart of man, and human life.
William Wordsworth

To Each His Dulcinea (To Every Man His Dream) lyrics


To Each His Dulcinea (To Every Man His Dream) lyrics
From"Man of La Mancha (Don Quixote)"

To each his Dulcinea
That he alone can name...
Where he can find the haunting face
To light his secret flame.

For with his Dulcinea Beside him so to stand,
A man can do quite anything,
Outfly the bird upon the wing,
Hold moonlight in his hand.
Yet if you build your life on dreams
It's prudent to recall,
A man with moonlight in his hand
Has nothing there at all.

There is no Dulcinea,
She's made of flame and air,
And yet how lovely life would seem
If ev'ry man could weave a dream
To keep him from despair.
To each his Dulcinea...
Though she's naught but flame and air!

love Lives Always by Marcel Proust


When the heartstrings, which contentment has silenced,
like a harp laid by, yearn to be plucked and sounded
again by some hand, however rough, even if it should
break them.
Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time

Love, ever unsatisfied, lives always
in the moment that is about to come.
Marcel Proust

Thursday, December 7, 2017

keep a patch of sky above your life by Marcel Proust


Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.
Marcel Proust, Swann's Way

My destination is no longer a place,
rather a new way of seeing.

Even though our lives wander,
our memories remain in one place.
Marcel Proust

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