“Although we are necessarily concerned, in a chronicle of events, with physical action by the light of day, history suggests that the human spirit wanders farthest in the silent hours between midnight and dawn. Those dark fruitful hours, seldom recorded, whose secret flowerings breed peace and war, loves and hates, the crowning or uncrowning of heads.” HumansWarLightActionSpiritHateHoursDarkSecretEventsConcernedSilentWanderDawnMidnightHuman SpiritLove And HateFloweringChroniclesWar Love Book:Picnic at Hanging Rock Source: Picnic at Hanging Rock
“For who can wonder that man should feel a vague belief in tales of disembodied spirits wandering through those places which they once dearly affected, when he himself, scarcely less separated from his old world than they, is for ever lingering upon past emotions and bygone times, and hovering, the ghost of his former self, about the places and people that warmed his heart of old?” PeopleMenWorldFeelsShouldHeartSelfPastSpiritBeliefEmotionWonderGhostTalesWanderFormerAffectedVagueSpookyOld WorldLingeringHovering Book:The Mystery of Edwin Drood and Other Stories Source: The Mystery of Edwin Drood and Other Stories
“Free will appears unfettered, deliberate; it is boundlessly free, wandering, the spirit. But fate is a necessity; unless we believe that world history is a dream-error, the unspeakable sorrows of mankind fantasies, and that we ourselves are but the toys of our fantasies. Fate is the boundless force of opposition against free will. Free will without fate is just as unthinkable as spirit without reality, good without evil. Only antithesis creates the quality.” WorldBelieveDreamRealitySpiritEvilForceQualityFantasyFateMankindSorrowErrorsWanderOppositionFree WillToysWorld HistoryDeliberateBoundlessUnthinkableUnspeakableAntithesis Author:Friedrich Nietzsche
“There is an utterance of Necessity, an ancient decree of the gods, eternal, sealed fast with broad oaths: whenever any one defiles his body sinfully with bloody gore or perjures himself in regard to wrong-doing, one of those spirits who are heir to long life, thrice ten thousand seasons shall he wander apart from the blessed, being born meantime in all sorts of mortal forms, changing one bitter path of life for another.” LongBodyFormSpiritBornPathThousandTenEternalSeasonsRegardBlessedAncientBitterWanderMortalsBroadsBloodyLong LifeOathGoreHeirsDecreeUtteranceThrice Author:Empedocles
“I perceived that I was on a little round grain of rock and metal, filmed with water and with air, whirling in sunlight and darkness. And on the skin of that little grain all the swarms of men, generation by generation, had lived in labour and blindness, with intermittent joy and intermittent lucidity of spirit. And all their history, with its folk-wanderings, its empires, its philosophies, its proud sciences, its social revolutions, its increasing hunger for community, was but a flicker in one day of the lives of the stars.” MenLittlesPhilosophyJoySpiritSocialStarsWaterCommunityDarknessGenerationsAirRocksRevolutionProudOne DaySkinsRoundsHungerFolksWanderEmpiresLabourMetalsGrainSunlightBlindnessLight And DarknessLight And DarkFlickerSwarmsLuciditySocial RevolutionOlafIntermittent Book:To the End of Time Source: To the End of Time
“The Web is cool, but the library is magic. Where else can the spirit of generations of writers stir your soul? So many writers talk about libraries setting them on their magical paths, it's almost a groaner. But we know it's true. Wander through the stacks and you can feel the dreams, the unique worlds bubbling within each volume. The magic enters you as if by osmosis. On the Web, you may feel clever, lucky and driven to download--but rarely inspired to dream and to write.” IfsKnowsWorldFeelsWritingMaySoulDreamSpiritPathGenerationsMagicLuckyUniqueInspiredLibraryDrivenCleverSettingSettingsWanderYour SoulVolumeDownloadsOsmosis Author:Arthur Plotnik