That stupid bonnet

I wanted to do some work, but couldn't; why should I dress up in that stupid bonnet which makes my head ache?

Sofia Tolstoy

I Walked So Fast

And it was autumn when I walked, November, always November, late evenings with drizzling rain and the streetlights flashing past high above my head and because I walked so fast, it was as though they came on and off, those lights, never stopping and could suddenly crackle sharply in the damp air and send off flashes of blue lightning around them while my words circled in my brain and my thoughts sparked like an electric current and perhaps looked blue as light sometimes could, if you were to slice through my brain to study what was happening.

Per Petterson, I Curse the River of Time

The last reverberation of a great movement

I have often asked myself whether those days on which we are forced to be indolent are not just the ones we pass in profoundest activity? Whether all our doing, when it comes later, is not only the last reverberation of a great movement which takes place in us on those days of inaction ...

Rainer Maria Rilke