The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours. Mark Z. Danielewski More Quotes by Mark Z. Danielewski More Quotes From Mark Z. Danielewski Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer. Mark Z. Danielewski latin life mean Have no fear, you will find your way. It's in your bones. It's in your soul. Mark Z. Danielewski no-fear soul way I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real Mark Z. Danielewski sunlight want-something real My hands resemble some ancient tree: the roots that bind up the earth, the rock and the ceaselessly nibbling wordms. Mark Z. Danielewski rocks roots hands Keep true to the rare music in your heart, to the marvelous and unique form that is and shall always be nothing else but you. Keep to that and you can do no wrong, which I realize is easier said than done. Mark Z. Danielewski unique done heart Who has never killed an hour? Mark Z. Danielewski hours I do not know anything about Art with a capital A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way. Mark Z. Danielewski light way art You shall be my roots and I will be your shade, though the sun burns my leaves. You shall quench my thirst and I will feed you fruit, though time takes my seed. And when I'm lost and can tell nothing of this earth you will give me hope. And my voice you will always hear. And my hand you will always have. For I will shelter you. And I will comfort you. And even when we are nothing left, not even in death, I will remember you. Mark Z. Danielewski remembers-you remember-you hands ...she still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes. The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away. Even if there is no sound, the weight of a hundred seconds always turns her head. Mark Z. Danielewski causes couple sound Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive. Mark Z. Danielewski without-hope possibility losing Stories heard but not recalled. Letters too. Words filling my head. Fragmenting like artillery shells. Shrapnel, like syllables, flying everywhere. Terrible syllables. Sharp cracked. Traveling at murderous speed. Tearing through it all in a very, very bad inreparable way. Mark Z. Danielewski shells flying stories Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground. Mark Z. Danielewski her-smile rome smile At the heart of any terror is the fear of losing what we find meaningful. Mark Z. Danielewski losing heart meaningful Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing. Mark Z. Danielewski maturity knowing acceptance Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila. Mark Z. Danielewski tequila choke sublime Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold. Mark Z. Danielewski light darkness long Even the closest relationships that I have I know could potentially fall away. That's not to speak pessimistically or negatively about those relationships. In a weird way, it's the opposite. I value them. Mark Z. Danielewski opposites way fall Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind. Mark Z. Danielewski wall grieving wind Because the enormous narcissism of their parents deprived Will and Tom of suitable role models, both brothers learned to identify with absence. Consequently, even if something beneficial fortuitously entered their lives they immediately treated it as temporary. By the time they were teenagers they were already accustomed to a discontinuous lifestyle marked by constant threats of abandonment and the lack of any emotional stability. Unfortunately, "accustomed to" here is really synonymous with "damaged by. Mark Z. Danielewski teenager emotional brother And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence. Mark Z. Danielewski echoes space silence
