Reads tagged with “diaries”
Frida Kahlo on the Meanings of the Colors
From the color of madness and mystery to that of distance and tenderness.
Artist Anne Truitt on the Transcendent Sense of “Enough” and the Epiphany That Revealed to Her the Purpose of Art
“I saw myself stretched like brown earth in furrows, open to the sky, well planted, my life as a human being complete.”
Italo Calvino on Racial Justice: The Beloved Italian Writer’s Stirring Account of the Early Civil Rights Movement and His Encounter with Martin Luther King, Jr.
“What counts is what we are, and the way we deepen our relationship with the world and with others, a relationship that can be one of both love for all that exists and of desire for its transformation.”
Anaïs Nin on How Reading Awakens Us from the Slumber of Almost-Living
“It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it.”
Stitching the Stars: Trailblazing Astronomer Maria Mitchell on the Needle as a Double-Edged Instrument of the Mind and Why Women Are Better Suited for Astronomy Than Men
“The eye that directs a needle in the delicate meshes of embroidery will equally well bisect a star with the spider web of the micrometer.”
Trailblazing Astronomer Maria Mitchell on Science, Spirituality, and the Conquest of Truth
“Every formula which expresses a law of nature is a hymn of praise to God.”
Hooked on the Heavens: How Caroline Herschel, the First Professional Woman Astronomer, Nearly Died by Meathook in the Name of Science
How a paragon of persistence in the face of hardship discovered eight comets and paved the way for women in science.
The Art of Knowing What to Do in Life: Pioneering Astronomer Maria Mitchell on Purpose Beyond Expectation and Choice Unbounded by Convention
On rising above the maze of conditions and conditionings that limit who we can be.
John Cheever on the Pain of Loneliness and How It Feeds the Beauty and Creative Restlessness of Youth
“A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey’s gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.”
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