[…] it is hard for me to be alone with my thoughts. They are not properly thoughts; they are memories which in my weakness haunt me and strangely move me.
"The eye with which I see God is the same eye with which God sees me."
- Meister Eckhart
I love you more than I ever knew. It is like a wind that rises, and you think it is only a playful breeze and suddenly your heart bows down before it like a willow tree in a storm. I love you, heart of my heart, single quietude in all this confusion. I love you, you who can hear when the flowers are thirsty and when time is weary like a hunting dog in the evening. I love you and love streams out of me as though through the just-opened gate of an unknown garden. I do not altogether understand it and I am amazed at it and am still a little ashamed of my big words, but they tumble out of me and resound and do not ask my leave; someone whom I do not know is speaking out of me, and I do not know whether it is a fourth-class melodramatist or my heart, which is no longer afraid—
|—||Erich Maria Remarque, from The Black Obelisk (via litafficionado)|
One of four variations of The Nightmare by John Henry Fuseli,1790-1791
William Sartain (1843-1924)
Oil on canvas
Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts