the beauty of monotony

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.
- Benjamin Britten

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May 28

“We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel… is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.” Ursula K. Le Guin (via misswallflower)

(via prettybooks)

May 27

wordpainting:

So true.

Yet how often does one have an original thought? And I mean a truly original thought, that no one has ever had before. Yes, when the original comes, it is priceless. Everything has come before and will come again, we are not alone in our thoughts and in some ways that is comforting and in others, incredibly humbling. If taken too far, it can lead to despair. I generally choose to find encouragement in the realization that almost nothing I think or experience is original, that I have companions (both contemporary and long gone) who have gone through the same things I have and made it through successfully.

“All that is wild is tamed by love—
and the beloved (wildness) that once was loved.” Michael Collier, “Six Lines for Louise Bogan” (via the-final-sentence)

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May 26

“At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.” Toni Morrison (via funeral)

(via wintermelontea)

“Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you.” Harold Bloom (via whimsicalangel) (via awritersruminations, awritersruminations)

“My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects.” Emerson (via teapitcher) (via fuckyeahralphwaldoemerson)

“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.” Jack Kerouac (via gettoffmycloud) (via awritersruminations, christineandthemachine)

“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine…” Emily Brontë (via whowearenow) (via thebrontes) (via weaveadream, myprivateopera)

“An anxiety for being me, forever trapped in myself, floods my whole being without finding a way out, shaping me into tenderness, fear, sorrow and desolation.” Fernando Pessoa, “The Book of Disquiet” (from aperfectcommotion & gwyon)

(via awritersruminations)

May 25

“I dreamed of being a part of the stories -even terrifying ones, even horror stories- because at least those girls were alive before they died.” Francesca Lia Block (via wordsthat-speak)

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the beauty of monotony

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony. - Benjamin Britten

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.
- Benjamin Britten