“We live in time - it holds us and molds us - but I never felt I understood it very well. And I’m not referring to theories about how it bends and doubles back, or may exist elsewhere in parallel versions. No, I mean ordinary, everyday time, which clocks and watches assure us passes regularly: tick-tock, click-clock. Is there anything more plausible than a second hand? And yet it takes only the smallest pleasure or pain to teach us time’s malleability. Some emotions speed it up, others slow it down; occasionally, it seems to go missing - until the eventual point when it really does go missing, never to return.”
— Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending
“To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, to gain all while you give, to roam the roads of lands remote, to travel is to live.”
— Hans Christian Andersen
Sui He | ph. Leslie Zhang
Wallpaper China ( May/June 2020)
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing—
that the light is everything — that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.
- Mary Oliver, from “The Ponds”, in House of Light
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"And then again she saw the garden of sand and stone, surrounded by walls of gold, and thought: The walls are nothing without the garden; our time on earth is nothing without the eternity of giving."
A Single Rose, by Muriel Barbery
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Hilda Doolittle (H.D.), collages of herself with Classical art, from her scrapbook, date unknown.
Tofukuji, Kyoto
“Perhaps love is to give one’s own solitude to other, for it is the very last thing we have to offer.”
– Clarice Lispector
