la vie en rose

“The month was November, the leaves had turned to a brilliant red. What I wanted most was time to absorb something which I already knew I should never forget.”

“It was November. She lived in denial. Her life-giving sadness overflowed.”

“My lovely November, Have you seen my heart, somewhere in your castle of yellow leaves?”

“Golden October declined into sombre November…”

“I really am in need of comfort, the kind that springs from that dear, superhumanly kind heart of yours.”

“The most ordinary conversation is often the most poetic, and the most poetic is precisely that which cannot be written down.”

“these selves of which we are built up, one on top of another, as plates piled on a waiter’s hand, have attachments elsewhere, sympathies,little constitutions and rights of their own,”

“Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?”

“If one understands eternity as timelessness, and not as an unending timespan, then whoever lives in the present lives for all time.”

The warmth of one’s body is a form of communication. The stroke of one’s hand is a means of communication. In the garden those forms are heightened. I have a tendency when I’m walking in the garden to brush the flowers as I go by, anticipating the fragrant eloquence of their response. I get a sense of reciprocity that is very comforting, consoling.

“I want to think quietly, calmly, spaciously, never to be interrupted, never to have to rise from my chair, to slip easily from one thing to another, without any sense of hostility, or obstacle. I want to sink deeper and deeper, away from the surface, with its hard separate facts.”

“It’s an odd thing, silence. The mind becomes like a starless night; and then a meteor slides, splendid, right across the dark and is extinct. We never give sufficient thanks for this entertainment.”

“Beneath every behaviour there is a feeling. And beneath each feeling is a need. And when we meet that need rather than focus on the behaviour, we begin to deal with the cause, not the symptom.”

“The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that with me.”