This Weekend was a siginificant couple of days…Drove six hrs to Bakersfield, watched Dierks Bentley perform, drove three more hours to Santa Barbara, stayed in two hotel rooms in two different cities within two nights, played at the beach, shopped,went to the movie, lost my wallet (I don’t want to talk about it grrrr!) and drove home….weeeeee!! Shockingly, or maybe not so shockingly (due to a tremendous amount of down time driving) I read two books (granted one was roughly only 110 pages) !! …The other book was,”The History Of Love” by, Nicole Krauss….I have posted an insert from this book in the past…I hadn’t read the book,but this quote which consisted of, “Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.” C’mon…hook line and sinker!! My romantic soul had to read a book with such a beautiful sentence…..I had to find out what man, loved a woman in such a way.????? Needless, to say I was not disappointed. The book was goodness and I want to share a part of its beautiful writings…
The Birth of feeling:
“Feelings are not as old as time,just as there was a first instant when someone rubbed two sticks together to make a spark, there was a first time joy was felt, and a first time for sadness. For a while, new feelings were being invented all the time. Desire was born early, as was regret. When stubbornness was felt for the first time, it started a chain reaction, creating the feeling of resentment on the one hand, and alienation and loneliness on the other. It might have been a certain counterclockwise movement that marked the birth of ecstasy; a bolt of lightning that caused the first feeling of awe. Or maybe it was the body of a girl named Alma. Contrary to logic, the feeling of surprise wasn’t born immediately. It only came after people had enough time to get used to things as they were. And when enough time had passed, and someone felt the first feeling of surprise, someone, somewhere else, felt the first pang of nostalgia.
It’s also true that sometimes people felt things and, because there was no word for them, they went unmentioned. The oldest emotion in the world may be that of being moved; but to describe it-just to name it-must have been like trying to catch something invisible. (then again the oldest feeling in the world might simply have been confusion.)
Having begun to feel, peoples desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite how much it sometimes hurt. People became addicted to feeling. They struggled to uncover new emotions. It is possible this is how art was born. New kinds of joy we forged, along with new kinds of sadness: The eternal disappointment of life as it is; the relief of unexpected reprieve; the fear of dying.
Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist. There are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written,or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom, or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges, and absorbs the impact.”
some of my favorite sentences:
“If you always drink vinegar, you dont know anything sweeter exists”
“The giant walnut tree you used to like, because you said it had human qualities”
“IwasabeautifulgirlpleasedontgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglassI’veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyforgiveme”
“sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conducts a person’s silence.”
“who goes by the name Bird in honor of his freedom.”
