“I am calm. I am calm. It is the calm before something awful:”
— Sylvia Plath, from “Three Women,” Winter Trees
“Like the wild beasts, she lives without a future. She inhabits only the present tense, a fugue of the continuous, a world of sensual immediacy as without hope as it is without despair.”
— Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber
Five times a day, I make tea. I do this because I like the warmth in my hands, like the feeling of self-directed kindness. I'm not used to it— warmth and kindness, both-so I create my own when I can.
Leila Chatti, from "Tea"
Last night I couldn't sleep and couldn't sleep just because I wanted so badly to spill over to someone. I feel that I'm cut off from all humankind. I feel like putting my head on your shoulder and weeping from sheer homesickness.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath wr. c. June 1951 featured in Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963
Godfather Drosselmeier told me there are marvelous swans gliding about and wearing gold ribbons and singing the loveliest songs, and a girl is there to feed them sweet marzipan.
E. T. A. Hoffmann, "The Nutcracker and the Mouse King" (1816)
“She was a great dreamer of love.”
— Nancy Mitford, The Pursuit of Love (1945)
Suo Gân by the Seattle Girls’ Choir. So beautiful it brings chills. It’s no wonder this choir has sung around the world and was asked by Pope John Paul II to sing at the Vatican. The voices are heavenly; the performers including the soloist are high school age or younger.
And don’t think the garden loses its
ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but
the roots are down there riotous.
— J. W. Goethe