gravity and grace

"Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself." -Walt Whitman

The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to change it.

Karl Marx

The more conscious I was of goodness and of all that was ‘sublime and beautiful,’the more deeply I sank into my mire and the more ready I was to sink in it altogether.

Fyodor DostoyevskyNotes from Underground

… I don’t believe in God as a kind father in the sky. I don’t believe that the meek will inherit the earth: The meek get ignored and trampled. They decompose in the bloody soil of war, of business, of art, and they rot into the warm ground under the spring rains. It is the bold, the loud-mouthed, the cruel, the vital, the revolutionaries, the mighty in arms and will, who march over the soft patient flesh that lies beneath their cleated boots.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via lifeinpoetry)

Most of us have learned to be dispassionate about evil, to look it in the face and find, as often as not, our own grinning reflections with which we do not argue, but good is another matter. Few have stared at that long enough to accept the fact that its face too is grotesque, that in us the good is something under construction.

Flannery O’Connor (via dailyflanneryoc)

(via weil-weil)

Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone —never.

Franz Kafka (Kafka’s Diaries)