Category: Quotes

you burn me

– Sappho, fragment 38 translated by Anne Carson in, If Not, Winter

Count then your blessings, hold in mind
All that has loved you or been kind…
Gather the bits of road that were
Not gravel to the traveller
But eternal lanes of joy
On which no man who walks can die.

– From Patrick Kavanagh, Prelude

I do not know which of us has written this page.

– Jorge Luis Borges