Tuesday, March 31, 2009

'May I have your wing, my dear?'

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.
- Luciano de Crescenzo

Monday, March 30, 2009

Thinking of home.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
- William Faulkner

Sunday, March 29, 2009


Nature understands no jesting. She is always true, always serious, always severe. She is always right, and the errors are always those of man.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

A new face

It is only at the first encounter that a face makes its full impression on us.
Arthur Schopenhauer

Friday, March 27, 2009


To be away from home and yet to feel at home anywhere; to see the world, to be at the very center of the world, and yet to be unseen of the world, such are some of the minor pleasures of those independent, intense and impartial spirits, who do not lend themselves easily to linguistic definitions. The observer is a prince enjoying his incognito wherever he goes.
Charles Baudelaire

Thursday, March 26, 2009


Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see.
Rene Magritte

Wednesday, March 25, 2009


The eyes, like sentinels, hold the highest place in the body.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009


All men should strive to learn before they die, what they are running from, and to, and why.
James Thurber

Monday, March 23, 2009

Things going on below the roofs

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really merely commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the planning, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chain of events, working through generations and leading to the most outer results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.
Arthur Conan Doyle

Sunday, March 22, 2009

I am grass.

I am grass that has taken the form
Of your body where it has lain, losing
All other forms; and every face
Breeds yours in my quick eyes.
- Grace Schulman, from Lost Unity

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Life began.

Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.
- George Eliot

Friday, March 20, 2009

An oasis.

In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.
- Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Invisible dagger.

Word - that invisible dagger.
- Emile M. Cioran

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The window of my tower.

They say I leave at night by the window of my tower, hanging from a red umbrella with which I set fire to the forest!
- Camille Claudel

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

As near to the edge as I can go.

My life is like a stroll on the beach...as near to the edge as I can go.
- Henry David Thoreau

Monday, March 16, 2009

Again and again.

A book is a gift you can open again and again.
- Garrison Keillor

Sunday, March 15, 2009

If you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there

One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. Which road do I take? she asked. Where do you want to go? was his response. I don't know, Alice answered. Then, said the cat, it doesn't matter.
Lewis Carroll

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Fruit for the soul

Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb.
Jean Arp

Friday, March 13, 2009

A gate to happiness

Happiness is like those palaces in fairy tales whose gates are guarded by dragons: we must fight in order to conquer it.
Alexandre Dumas

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Wind and trees whispering

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
Kahlil Gibran

Wednesday, March 11, 2009


We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
Fyodor Dostoevsky

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

On my way

I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way.
Carl Sandburg

Monday, March 9, 2009

A morning promise

It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy, as if it had special plans, and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.
Herman Hesse

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Stars and reflections. The beauty of reality.

We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.
- Mark Twain

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Waiting for my wings.

I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.
- Gustave Flaubert

Friday, March 6, 2009

The reader became the book.

The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book.
- Wallace Stevens

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Must keep moving.

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.
- Albert Einstein

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Melting and reflecting.

Mirrors are ice which do not melt: what melts are those who admire themselves in them.
- Paul Morand

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Work and Man, an interdependence relationship.

Work is a necessity for man. Man invented the alarm clock.
- Pablo Picasso

Monday, March 2, 2009

Like driving a car at night.

It's like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
- E. L. Doctorow

Sunday, March 1, 2009

The color of truth

The color of truth is gray.
Andre Gide