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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.
~Carl Gustav Jung
Thoroughly unprepared, we take the step into the afternoon of life. Worse still, we take this step with the false presupposition that our truths and our ideals will serve us as hitherto. But we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the program of life’s morning, for what was great in the morning will be little at evening and what in the morning was true, at evening will have become a lie.
~Carl Gustav Jung
Literature was not born the day when a boy crying "wolf, wolf" came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came crying "wolf, wolf" and there was no wolf behind him.
~Vladimir Nabokov
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
~Virginia Woolf
Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.
~Margaret Atwood
~Carl Gustav Jung
Thoroughly unprepared, we take the step into the afternoon of life. Worse still, we take this step with the false presupposition that our truths and our ideals will serve us as hitherto. But we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the program of life’s morning, for what was great in the morning will be little at evening and what in the morning was true, at evening will have become a lie.
~Carl Gustav Jung
Literature was not born the day when a boy crying "wolf, wolf" came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came crying "wolf, wolf" and there was no wolf behind him.
~Vladimir Nabokov
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
~Virginia Woolf
Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.
~Margaret Atwood
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