The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.
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.
More Anne Carson Quotes
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It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
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There is no person without a world.
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I do think I have an ability to record sensual and emotional facts and factoids, to construct a convincing surface of what life feels like, both physical life and emotional life.
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Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
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What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
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A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
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Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
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He stood against the wind and let it peel him clean.
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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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He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
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Existence will not stop until it gets to beauty.
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Myths 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.
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A page with a poem on it is less attractive than a page with a poem on it and some tea stains.
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Maybe I could have been good as a drawer if I had done it as much as I did writing, but it’s more scary to draw. It’s more revealing. You can’t disguise yourself in drawing.
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At 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.
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