Reads tagged with “diaries”
Coleridge on the Paradox of Friendship and Romantic Love
On sympathy, reciprocity, and satisfying the fulness of our nature.
An Introvert’s Field Guide to Friendship: Thoreau on the Challenges and Rewards of the Art of Connection
“We only need to be as true to others as we are to ourselves that there may be ground enough for friendship.”
Thoreau on Living Through Loss
“Death is beautiful when seen to be a law, and not an accident.”
May Sarton on How to Live Openheartedly in a Harsh World
“We have to keep the channels in ourselves open to pain. At the same time it is essential that true joys be experienced, that the sunrise not leave us unmoved, for civilization depends on the true joys.”
The Unphotographable: Jack Kerouac’s Soaring Diary Entry About Self-Understanding and the Elemental Vastness of the Windblown World
Sometimes, a painting in words is worth a thousand pictures. I think about this more and more, in our compulsively visual culture, which increasingly reduces what we think and feel and see — who and what we are — to what can be photographed. I think of Susan Sontag, who called it “aesthetic consumerism” half a century before Instagram. In a small act of resistance, I offer The Unphotographable — Saturdays, a lovely image in words drawn from centuries of literature: passages transcendent and transportive, depicting landscapes and experiences radiant with beauty and feeling beyond what a visual image could convey.
May Sarton on Grieving a Pet
“It is absolutely inward and private, the relation between oneself and an animal.”
May Sarton on How to Cultivate Your Talent
“A talent grows by being used, and withers if it is not used.”
What the Heart Keeps When the Mind Goes: May Sarton on Loving a Loved One Through Dementia
On remaining in loving contact with the intangible, immutable part of the self.
Twenty Days with Julian and Little Bunny by Papa: Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Almost Unbearably Sweet Account of Sole-Parenting His Small Son
“Mercy on me, was ever man before so be-pelted with a child’s talk as I am! It is his desire of sympathy that lies at the bottom of the great heap of his babblement.”
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