h e l m e t s

“Death smiles us all. All a man can do is smile back.”
~ Marcus Aurelius, Gladiator

t h e . t h i n g

“We should feel sorrow, but not sink under its oppression; the heart of a wise man should resemble a mirror, which reflects every object without being sullied by any.”
~ Confucious

I n . C o n c e r t

“My advice to all who want to attend a lecture on music is “Don’t; go to a concert instead.”

– Ralph Vaughan Williams

T h e . E y e

“I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.”

― Saul Bellow

A r t l e s s n e s s

“Love has wisdom enough to live unrestrained, and it is to whom and what she frees herself from that determines how well the integrity of her simplicity is spent.”
~ LmL

T I M E . P I E C E S

“Life is affirmation of affluence. Love is the only spending that increases our treasure.”
– LmL

M n e m o s y n e

“The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done were less real and important than they had been hours before.”
― John Green

d r e a m. a b o u t . . .

“My airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien, still a stranger to the ground, I am home.”
― Richard Bach

The Glass House

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
― Anton Chekhov

S C E N T | H E R

“To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible
Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances
That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness
Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know.
To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To be a smile on the face of a woman
And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning.”
― Dejan Stojanovic