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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Why I Love...CS Lewis, EE Cummings & Other Men of Letters...

Sometimes these old dudes really knew what they were talking about...


CS LEWIS...

"If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world"

"The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal."

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one...Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable."

"Those of us who have been true readers all our life fully realize the enormous extension of our being which we owe to authors"


EE CUMMINGS...

"i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginably You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)"

"To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight."

"The earth laughs in flowers."

"Be of love (a little) more careful than of anything."


WH AUDEN...

"A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language."

"A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us."


TE LAWRENCE...

"All men dream; but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act out otheir dreams with open eyes, to make it possible."

1 Comments:

Anonymous E said...

The lost art of the letter. Thanks for sharing those.

7:34 AM  

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