florilegium

Because weakness is great, and strength is worthless. [...] When a tree is growing, it's tender and pliant. But when it's dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death's companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Dao de Jing via Andrei Arsenyevich Tarkovsky

A red glow suffused them. [...] They appeared to pant with a secret life. Revelation by Flannery O'Connor

But the Holy Ghost, emblazoned in ice instead of fire, continued, implacable, to descend. An Enduring Chill by Flannery O'Connor

Yes, when in mournful moments we want to strengthen and encourage our minds by contemplating those great men, your chosen instruments, who in severe spiritual trials and anxieties of heart kept their minds free, their courage uncrushed, and heaven open, we, too, wish to add our witness to theirs in the assurance that even if our courage compared to theirs is only discouragement, our power powerlessness, You, however, are still the same, the same mighty God who tests spirits in conflict, the same Father without whose will not one sparrow falls to the ground. The Expectancy of Faith by Soren Kierkegaard

dein goldenes Haar Margarete
dein aschenes Haar Sulamith
your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamit
Todesfuge/Death Fugue by Paul Celan

Niemand zeugt für den
Zeugen.
No one
bears witness for the
witness.
Aschenglorie/Ashglory by Paul Celan

Here I had the opportunity to work next to the most brilliant mathematician of his generation. But the job entailed such onerous duties that only someone with an iron constitution could survive. My constitution, it so happened, was not made of iron. It was made of reeds and bamboo sticks, very satisfactory under moderate pressures, but completely incapable of standing a huge overload. But what choice had I? From manuscript written by Edgar R. Lorch

They are not condemned to know, for instance, that the works that are usually translated into English are those that are both thematically and linguistically the easiest to translate, that often only reinforce the worldview constructed by the English language, and preferably that entertain readers with just the right kind of exoticism. The Fall of Language in the Age of English by Minae Mizumura

Then she looked around, calm, serene, courageous in her own way, she looked at her house, her porch, the place where the cars used to park, the red bicycle, the trees, the garden path, the fence, the windows all shut except for the one I had opened, the stars twinkling far away, and she said, That's how literature is made in Chile. I nodded and left. While I was driving back into Santiago, I thought about what she had said. That is how literature is made in Chile, but not just in Chile, in Argentina and Mexico too, in Guatemala and Uruguay, in Spain and France and Germany, in green England and carefree Italy. That is how literature is made. By Night in Chile by Roberto Bolaño

He touched a wrestling state-championship banner hanging in the foyer with the distance of an anthropologist or ghost. The Topeka School by Ben Lerner

Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: άποθανεῖν θέλω.
With my own eyes I saw the Sibyl at Cumae hanging in a bottle and, when the attendants asked her what she wanted, she replied, "I want to die."
epigraph to The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot

And the Sibyl, with raving lips uttering things mirthless, unbedizened, and unperfumed, reaches over a thousand years with her voice, thanks to the god in her. On the Pythian Oracle by Plutarch