Nabokov’s interview, BBC Television [1962]
(via bookmania)
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.
“A new day: Be open enough to see opportunities. Be wise enough to be grateful. Be courageous enough to be happy.”
What you may perceive as a lack of fear is actually a surplus of experience. Over three decades these two orbs have seen fate flushed, souls crushed, dreams hushed, minds rushed and hearts brushed away.
This is enough to recognize, to understand, and to know that now is the only moment with…
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.
Rainer Maria Rilke (via quitecontinental)
In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.
Buddhist Saying (via quitecontinental)
(Source: thelenaubr)
One day at a time. It sounds so simple. It actually is simple but it isn’t easy: it requires incredible support and fastidious structuring.
Russell Brand is talking here about addiction, but he could be talking about writing (via austinkleon)
I remember those moments
with great fondness
and a hint of sadness.
Those moments
when you and I
were we and everyone else
ceased to be.Those moments where
insecurities wept
from heated
skin and our lungs
expelled breath in
foreign tongues.Those moments where
we transcended physicality
and our melded souls
bled into twisted bed sheets;
creating memories of
when you and I
were we and everyone else
ceased to be.
I remember those moments
with great fondness
and a hint of sadness.But I remember.
(Source: impulsive-and-inlove)
