Tag Archives: life quotes

Italo Calvino

  
“Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had:  the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.”
  
– Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

“It is possible, in deep space, to sail on solar wind. Light, be it particle or wave, has force: you rig a giant sail and go. The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind. Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.”

– Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

Selima Hill

 
“The very things I used to be told off for – daydreaming, exaggerating, making mistakes, wild guessing, contradicting, spying, being obsessive, being reckless – for these, suddenly, I am being praised.”
 
– Selima Hill

Mary Oliver

” […] Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.”

– Mary Oliver, from “Messenger” (Thirst)

Marge Piercy

“A new idea is rarely born like Venus attended by the graces
More commonly it’s modeled of baling wire and acne.
More commonly it wheezes and tips over.”

– Marge Piercy, from “Rough Times”

Another Roadside Attraction

“I am a gypsy in spirit … I travel in gardens and bedrooms, basements and attics, around corners, through doorways and windows, along sidewalks, up stairs, over carpets, down drainpipes, in the sky, with friends, lovers, children and heroes:  perceived, remembered, imagined, distorted and clarified.”

– Tom Robbins, Another Roadside Attraction

On Borders

“Borders are scratched across the hearts of men
By strangers with a calm, judicial pen,
And when the borders bleed we watch with dread
The lines of ink across the map turn red.”

– Marya Mannes,
  Subverse: Rhymes for Our Times (George Braziller, 1959)

Annie Dillard

“I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along.  I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too.  I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wandering awed about on a splintered wreck I’ve come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them …”

– Annie Dillard