… men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at. This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relation of women to themselves. The surveyor of woman in herself is male; the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object—and most particularly an object of vision: a sight.
John Berger, Ways of Seeing.
“I don’t have to wait for a starry night; I’ve got the sky behind my back, at hand, and on my eyelids.”— Wislawa Szymborska, from View with a Grain of Sand: Poems; “The End and the Beginning,”
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“Find me now. Before someone else does.”— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
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“I feel that in my veins flows silence not blood.”— Lucien Blaga, from At the Core of Yearning: Poems: “The Oak” (via autumnalsonata)
“I have been defined / by what is taken from me.”— Ailey O'Toole, from “Flight / Fight / Freeze,” published in 8 Poems
“We are all suffering from the loss of a sense of time. We were left only the place and an attachment to the place. Ruins of temples, ghosts of gardens and houses. If we lose our ruins we will be left with nothing.”— Zbigniew Herbert, from The Selected Poems; “Report from a Besieged City,”
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