I have had a phrase stuck in my head that I think is a quote from something. The thing is, I have no idea where it’s from and I’ve no idea how to look for it. (Google is not helping) Any thoughts?
My latest writing discoveries:
- I write a lot of stuff that initially doesn’t seem to make sense (mostly poetry). Well, maybe it really doesn’t at all, I dunno. I just like the sound of certain words together. Certain phrases just get stuck in my head and I feel I have to put them down on the page.
- I like using usual words in an unusual order (as opposed to fancier words).
- I like writing one-line stories or micropoetry.
- Also, I like space.
- At the moment, I seem to be at war with grammar. to me, capital letters are not aesthetically pleasing (at least, for micropoetry/one or two-line stories) so I don’t use them at the beginnings of sentences.
- I enjoy writing poetry. 🙂
there’s a murmur in my veins I can’t put down.
people can only practise philosophy because they can never get it right.
lingua mortal non dice
quel ch’io sentiva in seno
– A Silvia, Giacomo Leopardi
As voracious readers, at times, we feel weighed down by our reading commitments and challenges. So for all such readers like me, here’s a little nudge to keep you going. Here are a few of my favorite quotes from famous literary people we’ve grown to love. For those who read incessantly without the need for a nudge at all, cheers! May you enjoy the post. 🙂
- When I get a little money, I buy books. If any is left, I buy food and clothes. — Erasmus
- There is no friend as loyal as a book. — Ernest Hemingway
- I am simply a ‘book drunkard.’ Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them. — L. M. Montgomery
- Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them. — Lemony Snicket
- A book is a gift you can open again and…
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now I only exist as the space between words
and the silence between heartbeats.
The universe feels so empty when I look up at the night sky but all I really need is that constellation I found in your smile.
[wrote this last night/early morning]
I hide all my truths in poems.
Perhaps I am the coward you said I was.
No, I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to talk about her, or how you were ‘right’ about the whole thing. I don’t need you to say ‘see, told ya’. I don’t need you to ask how I am doing. I don’t need you to say anything.