Meditation on Death 02 Thinking about death is like relieving tension. We live our lives with all our might as if the world would move to our will. Perhaps until we collapse from exhaustion. Stiff on the ground, we give a glance to death. Standing in a dark corner, death speaks. "Ease up a bit." … Continue reading Death says, ‘Chill out’.
Meditation on Death 01 I really wanted to become free. Free from the thoughts that cling to me all day long, from the emotions that crush my peace without getting tired, and above all, from myself, the source of all those things. So I started meditating to forget myself. Perhaps the desire to become 'nobody' … Continue reading Death brought freedom
Meditation on Death Prologue There was a time when I believed that death was the only salvation. Every waking moment was painful, and I eagerly awaited the moment when I could fall asleep. I prayed that the next morning would never come. Those nights were agonizing, but they changed me. I became someone who was … Continue reading Why I started relying on death
P.57 When Dawn’s pink fingers peeped shyly on the eastern sky And politely plucked the eyelids of Telemachus, Odysseus’s son blinked sleep from his eyes, and Rose and quickly dressed, transferring the shoulder strap of his sharp sword across his broad chest, and p. 68 And as his voice lifted in prayer, Athene, now in … Continue reading The Odyssey – Homer
First Sentence 1801.—I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. p.47 He seemed a sullen, patient child; hardened, perhaps, to ill-treatment: he would stand Hindley’s blows without winking or shedding a tear, and my pinches moved him … Continue reading Wuthering Heights – Emily Brontë
p.3 Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know. I got a telegram from the home: “Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.” That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday. p.41 He looked upset and told me that I never gave him a straight answer, that I had no ambition, and that that was … Continue reading The Stranger – Albert Camus
p.77 ‘I hope so,’ said Frodo. ‘But I hope that you may find some other better keeper soon. But in the meanwhile it seems that I am a danger, a danger to all that live near me. I cannot keep the Ring and stay here. I ought to leave Bag End, leave the Shire, … Continue reading The Fellowship of the Ring – J.R.R. Tolkien
Title: The Sorrows of Young Werther Author: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Publishing date: 1774 This novel is one of my favorites. I read the highlights I saved from it again to write this post and unsuccessfully shortened 40 pages of saved highlights to 28 pages. Going through it, I fell in love with it once … Continue reading The Sorrows of Young Werther – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
p. 45 The tulips along the border are redder than ever, opening, no longer wine cups but chalices; thrusting themselves up, to what end? They are, after all, empty. When they are old they turn themselves inside out, then explode slowly, the petals thrown out like shards. p. 45 He isn’t supposed to speak to … Continue reading The Handmaid’s Tale — Margaret Atwood
p. 31 I SLEPT LATE and spent the tail of the morning reading over my own notes on Palace etiquette and the observations on Gethenian psychology and manners made by my predecessors, the Investigators. I didn’t take in what I read, which didn’t matter since I knew it by heart and was reading merely to … Continue reading The Left Hand of Darkness – Ursula K. Le Guin
