Alt timp decât prezentul nu există. Jorge Luis Borges, Trecutul Pentru că sunt la modă întrebările despre identitate (dintre care unele frizează absurdul), e timpul să ne punem și noi o întrebare, una,…
Now hast thou chang’d thee saint; and made Thy self a fane that’s cupola’d; […] And when to rest, each calls the bell, Thou sleep’st within thy marble cell, Where in dark contemplation…
Cine îmi va spune dacă nu cumva, în chip tainic, sub acoperișul unei singure nopți, dincolo de ani și praf, dincolo de geamul memoriei, nu ne-am unit și amestecat, eu în somn,…
And what you thought you came forIs only a shell, a husk of meaningFrom which the purpose breaks only when it is fulfilledIf at all. Either you had no purposeOr the purpose is…
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree Are of equal duration. A people without history Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern Of timeless moments.…
What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door…
Whatever we inherit from the fortunate We have taken from the defeated What they had to leave us – a symbol: A symbol perfected in death. T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets Pentru că…
Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling To keep…