Truly words to live by.
The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The present alone was significant…
Kate Chopin, The Awakening
Every object, every being
is a jar full of delight.
I’m just starting this book (The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield) and am already fascinated by all of the beautiful passages about the love of books, words, and reading. Here’s one of them to help us kick off the week!
There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.
I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.
I came across this particular quote in the third book of The Hunger Games and immediately knew that it was one that I had to hold onto. Since I was reading someone else’s version, I couldn’t underline or highlight, so I did the next best thing… I took a picture of the paragraph with my iPod. I like this quote because it remains pertinent to the world in the novel, but it also seems like a pretty good reminder/bit of advice for those of us currently living on earth…
Frankly, our ancestors don’t seem much to brag about. I mean, look at the state they left us in, with the wars and the broken planet. Clearly, they didn’t care about what would happen to the people who came after them.