When it’s over,
I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my
life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find
myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply
having visited this
world.
September 10, 1935 – January 17, 2019
And did
you feel it, in your heart,
how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out
what beauty is for? And have
you changed your
life?
September 10, 1935 – January 17, 2019
Darkness
cannot drive out darkness;
only light can do that. Hate cannot
drive out hate; only love
can do that.
January 15, 1929 ~ April 4, 1968
If
you’re going to try,
go all the way. Otherwise, don’t
even start. This could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean
not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a
park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could
mean mockery — isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the
others are a test of your endurance, of how much
you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it,
despite rejection and the worst odds.
It’s the only good fight
there is.
