Early morning writing.
❝ A word came up, as if newly invented: truth. We kept repeating it, truth, truth, and believed the word was more closely than ever our concern, truth, as if it were some animal with small eyes which lives in the dark and is timid but which one can surprise and catch, to possess it for all time. ❞
- Christa Wolf, The Quest for Christa T. (via jessgino)
- Christa Wolf, The Quest for Christa T. (via jessgino)
This is my desk …that is never neat.(:
This is my dream writing room. Surrounded by woods, natural light, white washed walls, bare necessities — heaven.
Meet Hermine, a woman from Belgium. Not only an interesting blogger (one of my favorites, in fact) but she also sends the lovliest letters & little gifts to complete strangers. In hopes of writing to people around the globe, she asks her readers to send a request to recieve one of her letters & packages, or to become pen pals. So if you want a sweet note to arrive at your door, or to write her yourself, I would suggest sending her an email. Check out her blog, Journal de Jours, & in the top corner you can find how to contact her.
“The art of art, the glory of expression, and the sunshine of the light of letters is simplicity.” —Walt Whitman
I’m just now begining to understand the huge truth behind this. Life & it’s expressions are better when we allow them to be simple & honest. No fluff. No sugar-coating. No attempting to be or make something other than what you are, or feel. Just raw, real beauty.
❝ I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within. ❞
- Gustave Flaubert (via ish07)
- Gustave Flaubert (via ish07)
