"But life is very short and anxious for those who forget the past, neglect the present and fear the future. When they come to an end of it, the poor wretches realize too late that for all this time they have been preoccupied in doing nothing." Seneca
''Indeed, now that I have fixed my eyes upon it, I feel that I have grasped a plank in the sea; I feel a satisfying sense of reality which at once turns the two Archbishops and the Lord High Chancellor to the shadows of shades. Here is something definite, something real. Thus, waking from a midnight dream of horror, one hastily turns on the light and lies quiescent, worshipping the chest of drawers, worshipping solidity, worshipping reality, worshipping the impersonal world which is a proof of some existence other than ours. That is what one wants to be sure of...'' Virginia Woolf
''When we speak the word 'life', it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.'' Antonin Artaud
"He who is the disciple of Khidr [an invisible master] possesses sufficient inner strength to seek freely the teaching of all masters. Of this the biography of Ibn 'Arabi, who frequented all the masters of his day and welcomed their teachings, offers living proof." Ibn al-'Arabi translation and adaptation: Henry Corbin
"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semitransparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." Virginia Woolf
''The eye by long use comes to see even in the darkest cavern: and there is no subject so obscure but we may discern some glimpse of truth by long poring on it.'' George Berkeley
"... A flow of words seeking their most crystal-clear order, snatches of sentences being endlessly reworked, ideas dawning then threatening to evaporate if a word or a symbol didn't swiftly fix them in memory." André Gorz
"I long for my mother's bread My mother's coffee Her touch Childhood memories grow up in me Day after day I must be worth my life At the hour of my death Worth the tears of my mother." Mahmoud Darwish
"An ego thus educated has become reasonable; it no longer lets itself be governed by the pleasure principle, but obeys the reality principle, which also at bottom seeks to obtain pleasure, but pleasure which is assured through taking account of reality, even though it is pleasure postponed and diminished." Sigmund Freud
Lady Macbeth:
Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They must lie there. Go carry them, and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.
Macbeth:
I'll go no more.
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look on't again I dare not.
Lady Macbeth:
Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil.
Macbeth Act 2, scene 2, 45–52