#miscellanea
Simone Weil, from The Notebooks of Simone Weil
Text ID: the dark recesses of the soul
Federico García Lorca, from Blood Wedding
Text ID: a burnt woman, full of wounds inside and out,
H.P. Blavatsky, from The Secret Doctrine
Text ID: But the vitalizing power of heaven lay chiefly with the moon…
Federico García Lorca, from Blood Wedding
Text ID: There’s fire burning in my head. / There’s an ocean drowning my heart.
Simone Weil, from The Notebooks of Simone Weil
Text ID: On reaching a certain degree of pain we lose the world. But afterwards comes peace, when we find it again.
Søren Kierkegaard, from Kierkegaard’s Journals and Notebooks, Volume 1
Text ID: God’s consciousness of things is their coming into being. / God is the actuality of the possible.
Søren Kierkegaard, from Kierkegaard’s Journals and Notebooks, Volume 1
Text ID: One must fist learn to know oneself before knowing anything else (γνωϑισ σεαυτον). Only when the person has inwardly understood himself, and then sees the way forward on his path, does his life acquire repose and meaning; only then is he free
Søren Kierkegaard, from Kierkegaard’s Journals and Notebooks, Volume 1
Text ID: It is a question of understanding my own destiny, of seeing what the Deity really wants me to do; the thing is to find a truth which is truth for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die.
Federico García Lorca, from Blood Wedding
Text ID: a girl caressed by fire
Federico García Lorca, from Blood Wedding
Text ID: Do you know the worst thing? The worst thing we can do to ourselves? It’s to keep silent. To keep silent and burn.
Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “Portrait of Dora”
Text ID: Can’t you love me a little? Just a little bit?
Federico García Lorca, from Blood Wedding
Text ID: I want the blood running through my fingers to make a delicate sound.
Federico García Lorca, from Blood Wedding
Text ID: In my heart I have a scream, always / waiting,
Federico García Lorca, from Blood Wedding
Text ID: Months pass. Years pass, and despair bites in to me. I can feel it gnawing.
Simone Weil, from The Notebooks of Simone Weil
Text ID: from dissolution to becoming
Federico García Lorca, from Blood Wedding
Text ID: the moon shines like a lover
Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “Portrait of Dora”
Text ID: She resembles hidden, / vindictive, dangerous loves.
Anaïs Nin, from The New Woman
C.G. Jung, from C.G. Jung Letters, Volume 2
Text ID: the dark new moon is rising
C.G. Jung, from C.G. Jung Letters, Volume 2
Text ID: So it goes all the time: memories rise up and disappear again, as it suits them.
Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “Black Sail, White Sail”
Text ID: A hundred times already I have lain in my tomb, / Perhaps I am still there now…
Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “The Perjured City”
Text ID: Through blood our love and hate flow wild.
Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “The Perjured City”
Text ID: We are all equal before death,
Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “Black Sail, White Sail”
Text ID: I am what I am, may you find someone better.
Simone Weil, from The Notebooks of Simone Weil
Text ID: May the whole universe become for me a second body in both senses. / The only one attains to this by a methodical transformation of oneself.
