February 2019

The true way goes over a rope which is not stretched at any great height but just above the ground. It seems more designed to make people stumble than to be walked upon.
 - Franz Kafka
7:30 AM Feb 28th


It is those who have a deep and real inner life who are best able to deal with the irritating details of outer life 
 - Evelyn Underhill
7:30 AM Feb 27th


The essential experience: the body sensing itself existing; the mind going its own way.
 - Charles Simic
8:00 AM Feb 26th


Which of the horses
we passed yesterday whinnied
all night in my dreams?
I want that one.
 - William Stafford
7:30 AM Feb 25th

You know what it feels like to hold
a burning piece of paper, maybe even
trying to read it as the flames get close
to your fingers until all you're holding
is a curl of ash by its white ear tip
yet the words still hover in the air?
That's how I feel now
 - Dean Young
running after my hat
8:10 AM Feb 22nd


One reasonable reaction to evolutionary psychology is a self-consciousness so acute, and a cynicism so deep, that ironic detachment from the whole human enterprise may provide the only relief.
 - Robert Wright
7:30 AM Feb 20th


The task of genius, and man is nothing if not genius, is to keep the miracle alive, to live always in the miracle, to make the miracle more and more miraculous, to swear allegiance to nothing, but live only miraculously, think only miraculously, die miraculously.
 - Henry Miller
7:30 AM Feb 15th


Isn't it wonderful to be alive?

You know, you can forget all about it.

Then suddenly you remember, and think of all the things you can do. Here I am. I can walk around. I can talk. I can see things and remember things.

I am alive.

How wonderful!
 - Sophia Loren
1:00 PM Feb 14th


Love is an impulse which springs from the most profound depths of our beings, and upon reaching the visible surface of life carries with it an alluvium of shells and seaweed from the inner abyss.
 - José Ortega y Gasset
8:00 AM Feb 14th


The trouble with comparing yourself to others is that there are too many others. Using all others as your control group, all your worst fears and all your fondest hopes are at once true.
 - Sarah Manguso
7:00 AM Feb 13th


There is nothing in the world that is not mysterious, but the mystery is more evident in certain things than in others: in the sea, in the eyes of the elders, in the color yellow, and in music.
 - Jorge Luis Borges
7:30 AM Feb 12th


We pretend that the brain is binary, like a computer. But it's not. It's completely holographic.
 - Jim Harrison
7:30 AM Feb 11th


Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life.
 - Marilynne Robinson
9:00 AM Feb 10th


Did you ever stop to think and forget to start again?
 - A. A. Milne
8:30 AM Feb 7th


I have always loved the gaps, the spaces between things, as much as the things. I love staring, pondering, mulling, puttering. I love the times when someone or something is late - there's that rich possibility of noticing more, in the meantime.
 - Naomi Shihab Nye
6:00 PM Feb 6th


We are here and it is now.
Further than that all human knowledge is moonshine.
 - H. L. Mencken
9:00 AM Feb 5th

Everything everybody does is so - I don't know - not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and - sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as much only in a different way.
 - J. D. Salinger
8:00 AM Feb 4th


not two to make one,
but two to make
the third,

just as a conversation can become
the third side of the page
 - Anne Michaels
5:00 PM Feb 2nd


It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing everytime you crossed a road.
 - J. D. Salinger
12:30 PM Feb 1st


The search for pleasure is circular, repetitive, atemporal.  It has an end. It comes to the end and has to start over. It is not a journey and return, but a closed cycle, a locked room, a cell.
 - Ursula K. Le Guin
8:00 AM Feb 1st