I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things.
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Anand Thakur
I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things.
ANNE CARSONAt least half of your mind is always thinking, I’ll be leaving; this won’t last. It’s a good Buddhist attitude. If I were a Buddhist, this would be a great help. As it is, I’m just sad.
ANNE CARSONYou can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.
ANNE CARSONWords bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
ANNE CARSONExistence will not stop until it gets to beauty.
ANNE CARSONWhen I desire you a part of me is gone.
ANNE CARSONMaking is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you’ve made something, it’ll – the world will be different.
ANNE CARSONWhat is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
ANNE CARSONMyths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.
ANNE CARSONComfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt – less and less sharp and biting into you.
ANNE CARSONThe words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbols never perfectly match. Eros is in between.
ANNE CARSONThey were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
ANNE CARSONI’ve come to understand that the best one can hope for as a human is to have a relationship with that emptiness where God would be if God were available, but God isn’t.
ANNE CARSONYou remember too much,” my mother said to me recently. “Why hold onto all that?” And I said, “where can I put it down?
ANNE CARSONIt is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
ANNE CARSONWe humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.
ANNE CARSON