Author: art & poetry

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“Having intelligence, we must not act in ignorance. Having choice, we must not act without responsibility.”

Ursula K. Le Guin, The Farthest Shore

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“A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.”

Lao Tzu

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“Whoever says adults are better at paying attention than children is wrong: we’re too busying filtering out the world, focusing on some task or another, paying no attention. Our kids are the ones discovering new contents all day long.”

Anthony Doerr, Four Seasons in Rome

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“I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro

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“Who can reckon up the loss of moral power that arises from the constant impression that nothing is worth doing in itself, but only as a preparation for something else, which in turn is only a getting ready for some genuinely serious end beyond?”

John Dewey, Moral Principles in Education

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“Now I am silent, hate
Up to my neck,
Thick, thick.
I do not speak.”

Sylvia Plath

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“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you?
Because we’re going to have a strange life.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

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“I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.”

Mary MacLane, I Await The Devil’s Coming

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“One must always be ready to change sides with justice, that fugitive from the winning camp.”

Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace

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“So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.”

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath