Vanesa C

“This sky
Where we live
Is no place to lose your wings
So love, love
Love.”
― Hafez, The Gift

“A day of Silence
Can be a pilgrimage in itself.

A day of Silence
Can help you listen
To the Soul play
Its marvelous lute and drum.

Is not most talking
A crazed defense of a crumbling fort?

I thought we came here
To surrender in Silence,

To yield to Light and Happiness,

To Dance within,
In celebration of Love's Victory”
― Hafez, I Heard God Laughing: Poems of Hope and Joy

“On Keeping a Journal.

Superficial to understand the journal as just a receptacle for one’s private, secret thoughts—like a confidante who is deaf, dumb, and illiterate. In the journal I do not just express myself more openly than I could do to any person; I create myself.

The journal is a vehicle for my sense of selfhood. It represents me as emotionally and spiritually independent. Therefore (alas) it does not simply record my actual, daily life but rather—in many cases—offers an alternative to it.”
― Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963

“How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers”
― Susan Sontag, Death Kit