To say that you can’t take life seriously and that life shouldn’t be taken seriously is not to say that life is trivial or frivolous. Quite the contrary. There’s nothing the least bit frivolous about the playful nature of the universe. Playfulness at a fully conscious level is extremely profound. In fact there is nothing more profound. Wit and playfulness are dreadfully serious transcendence of evil.

— Tom Robbins  (via elige)

(Source: whimsicalele, via elige)

Strange violin, why do you follow me?
In how many foreign cities did you
speak of your lonely nights and those of mine.
Are you being played by hundreds? Or by one?

Do in all great cities men exist
who tormented and in deep despair
would have sought the river but for you?
And why does your playing always reach me?

Why is it that I am always neighbor
to those lost ones who are forced to sing
and to say: Life is infinitely heavier
than the heaviness of all things.


— Rainer Maria Rilke, “The Neighbor”

JACK:   So all this time you didn’t want me to rub off on him, you wanted him [referring to Eric] to rub off on me.
FEENY:   I wanted both, Jack. You see, it’s not enough to leave school and just desire to succeed in this cold, cruel world. ‘Cause then you’d simply become a part of it. You must also have the desire to change it. And to change it, you need your fine mind and his good heart.
Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Desiderata, almost.Find the full version: here.

Desiderata, almost.

Find the full version: here.

- E.M. Forster, A Room With a View.

- E.M. Forster, A Room With a View.

[Edna St. Vincent Millay]

[Edna St. Vincent Millay]