incurable_hippie

"You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky. Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful. Still, we take what we can get and make the best of it."

~Sandra Cisneros

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not at all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exsists. It is real...it is possible...it's yours.

~Ayn Rand

"Wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving."

~ Kahlil Gibran

O Percy, how I love thee

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"A poet is a nightingale,
who sits in darkness and
sings to cheer its own
solitude with sweet sounds."

~Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I've been meaning to post this quote for a few days, but it's more relevant now than ever...

"We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us."
~Joseph Campbell

"I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple;
garlands from window to window;
golden chains from star to star, and I dance."
~Arthur Rimbaud (French Poet)

*p.s. If the above illustration is yours, please let me know and I'll give you proper credit.

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"For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning."

~T.S. Eliot

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"If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it."

~Toni Morrison

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"Be as a bird perched on a

frail branch that she feels

bending beneath her, still

she sings away all the same,

knowing she has wings."

~Victor Hugo

(French Writer)

Contemptuous

My iGoogle daily literary quote is from Ezra Pound - one whom I have had a love and loathe relationship with since college.

"It ought to be illegal for an artist to marry. If the artist must marry let him find someone more interested in art, or his art, or the artist part of him, than in him. After which let them take tea together three times a week."

Or

Worship me and/or be less of an artist than I so that I may mold you and then, when my work is done, leave you squirming in the dirt of my passé ideas.

Perhaps I judge too harshly. I have only read things from, mostly, Hilda Doolittle's point of view. I think I identify with her too much to give Ezra any sort of credit. And yet, still, I find him to be most intriguing as you would find a poet, dark romantic soul, treat-you-like-dirt, but charming bad boy to be.