An Appointment with Mr Yeats

—Stephen Fry, Mythos

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[ID: I am talking about evil.  It blooms. / It eats. / It grins.]

— Wendell Berry, from ""Sabbaths 2005-2008; How may a human being come to rest?" in Leavings: Poems (Counterpoint, April 1, 2011) (via Whiskey River)

— Edgar Allan Poe, Alone

29 May, 1926 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)

— Anne Sexton, “Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters”

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

~ psalms 69:1

Verna J. Dozier, The Dream of God

You can master every language in the world, but if you cannot understand someone’s silence, you may still be missing something essential... Silence is not something to be decoded like words. It isn’t fully “understood” in a logical sense it is felt, sensed, and often interpreted through our own emotions and assumptions. And interpretation is not the same as understanding. Because understanding holds space for the other person’s truth. Interpretation often fills silence with our own story...

— Isabella Rossellini

"Dearg" comes from Old Irish "derg", which originates from *Proto-Celtic dergos meaning "red, crimson," and ultimately from *Proto-Indo-European dʰerg- meaning "to dim or darken". This etymology links it to other words for dark or red tones in related languages, such as Old English "deorc" (dark).

— Friedrich Nietzsche, from Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for All and None (Ernst Schmeitzner, 1883)

— Jacqueline Novak, How to Weep in Public: Feeble Offerings on Depression from One Who Knows