“What is the meaning of life? That was all—a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.”—Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow , for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”—Kurt Vonnegut (via thecompleteillustrated)
Is there anyone who has not once been stunned, emerging from the Métro into the open air, to step into brilliant sunlight? And yet the sun shone just as brightly a few minutes earlier, when he went down. So quickly has he forgotten the weather of the upper world. And as quickly the world will forget him. For who can say more of his existence than that it has passed through the lives of two or three others as gently and closely as the weather?
— from “Selected Writings: 1913-1926” by Walter Benjamin.
“We often forget that we are nature.
Nature is not something separate from us.
So when we say that we have lost
our connection to nature,
we’ve lost our connection to ourselves.”—Andy Goldsworthy (via crystallizedparadize)