Illusion is the first of all pleasures

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missingmarilyn:

One evening at our house with friends, someone suggested an impromptu poetry reading. The idea was to pass around a copy of Whitman and Yeats, each to open a page at random and read. At Marilyn’s turn, she opened the Yeats, and the poem could only have been presented to her, again, by fate. It was “Never Give All the Heart.” (“For everything that’s lovely is/But a brief, dreamy, kind delight./O never give the heart outright…”) She read the title, paused, and began the poem. She read it slowly, discovering it, letting the lines strike her, surprised, hanging on, winning by absolute simplicity and truth. When she finished, there was a hush. She stared into space.

- Norman Rosten, poet & friend

She had imagined him better than he was in reality. She had to descend into reality to enjoy him as he was.

― Anna Karenina - Tolstói. (via science-adagio)

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