Ramblings of a Virgo

“I do not wish you much happiness — it would bore you; I do not wish you trouble either; but, following the people’s philosophy, I will simply repeat: ‘Live more’ and try somehow not to be too bored…”

“I want to tell you, don’t marry suffering. Some people do. They get married to it, and sleep and eat together, just as husband and wife. If they go with joy they think it’s adultery.”

“You need to learn to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life … work on the mind.”

“We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. We will welcome summer’s ghost.”

“Her only thought was of getting away, as if she were carrying a live grenade from inside the house, so that when it exploded, it would destroy just herself.”

I procrastinate more than I used to, and worry less. It turns out, important stuff just gets done.

“I felt addicted to disbelief—to the catharsis of reality denying my expectations, or verifying my worst fears, in spectacular fashion.”

More to the point, certain frivolities that used to feel harmless now feel harmful. Choices always feel personal.

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds.”

“He was always simultaneously at home in whatever scene he found himself and also seemed like he shouldn’t have been there; inside and above at the same time; a part and apart. Like a tree trunk that falls across a creek — it doesn’t belong and then it’s never not been there, generating its own ripples in the larger current.”