Nuages du soir

"En fin de journée, parfois, je reste là à regarder les nuages flottants du soir qui passent exactement à ma hauteur, et j'éprouve alors presque de la joie. Je vois le monde qui repose en bas et je me dis que je peux bien m'en passer. Je n'y ai pas connu le bonheur, je n'étais pas fait pour lui ; et lui de son côté, il a largement répondu à mon antipathie, il me l'a même rendu au centuple. Cependant, il ne m'a pas achevé. Je vis encore, je lui ai tenu tête et je suis resté debout. (...) J'ai aussi appris entre autres choses que si on attend rien de lui, si on se contente simplement de l'observer en silence et avec attention, le monde peut nous offrir bien des trésorsdont les gens comblés par le succès et par l'existence n'ont pas idée."





Hermann Hesse, Nuages du soir, 1926

So much beauty in the world

"It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in."










"I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry - you will someday."








American Beauty

Beauty is everywhere

"To watch a leaf quivering in the rush of air was an exquisite joy. Up in the sky swallows swooping, swerving, flinging themselves in and out, round and round, yet always with perfect control as if elastics held them; and the flies rising and falling; and the sun spotting now this leaf, now that, in mockery, dazzling it with soft gold in pure good temper; and now and again some chime tinkling divinely on the grass stalks-all of this, calm and reasonable as it was, made out of ordinary things as it was, was the truth now; beauty, that was the truth now. Beauty was everywhere."






Mrs Dalloway



Virginia Woolf