“The wild regrets and the bloody sweats, none knew so well as I; for he who lives more lives than one, more deaths than one must die.”
— Oscar Wilde.
(Source: stranger-to-this-century, via doctorwho)
“They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.”
— Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak
“Woody is just Woody. Thousands of people do not know he has any other name. He is just a voice and a guitar. He sings the songs of a people and I suspect that he is, in a way, that people. Harsh voiced and nasal, his guitar hanging like a tire iron on a rusty rim, there is nothing sweet about Woody, and there is nothing sweet about the songs he sings. But there is something more important for those who still listen. There is the will of a people to endure and fight against oppression. I think we call this the American spirit.”
-John Steinbeck
“I hate a song that makes you think that you’re not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are either too old or too young or too fat or too slim or too ugly or too this or too that…songs that run you down or songs that poke fun of you on account of your bad luck or your hard traveling. I am out to fight those kinds of songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood.”
— Woody Guthrie
With Flowers
I’ve nothing else to bring, you know,
So I keep bringing these-
Just as the night keeps fetching stars
To our familiar eyes.
Maybe we shouldn’t mind them
Unless they didn’t come-
Then maybe it would puzzle us
To find our way home.
by Emily Dickinson
“She was the sun of my life, the gilder of every pleasure, the soother of every sorrow, I had not a thought concealed from her, & it is as if I had lost a part of myself.”
— Cassandra Austen, writing of her grief at the death of her sister and most inseparable friend, Jane Austen.
