Quotes from David Ignatow

I should be content to look at a mountain for what it is and not as a comment on my life.

There are times when I can find myself in a book, too, for two or three hours. But afterward I have such an urge to go out and reach for other people. Very often they're not around. There's also a metaphysical loneliness. We all feel it. The burden of living one's own life is experiencing sensations that no one else can share. You take a step in a house, you start moving around the house, no one else moves with you. You're walking by yourself.

The fear of being vulnerable prompts me into bringing myself forward.

Standing beside you, I took an oath to make your life simpler by complicating mine and what I always thought would happen did: I was lifted up in joy.

Three in Translation]" for WCW I wish I understood the beauty in leaves falling. To whom are we beautiful as we go? I lie in the field still, absorbing the stars and silently throwing off their presence. Silently I breathe and die by turns. He was ripe and fell to the ground from a bough out where the wind is free of the branches

I am dreaming of the funeral of the world, watching it go by carried in an urn reduced to ashes and followed by a horde of mourners, a million abreast, across the broadest lands and all chanting together: We are dead, we have killed ourselves. We are beyond rescue. What you see is not us but your thoughts of us, and I who am observing in terror of it being true hope not to have to wake up, so that I may let myself discount it as a dream.

The burden of living one's own life is experiencing sensations that no one else can share.

I should be content to look at a mountain for what it is and not as a comment on my life.

One can fall in love as often as a tree grows leaves. It is perfectly natural but not free of guilt and complications, unless one takes oneself to be a leaf.

Standing beside you, I took an oathto make your life simpler by complicating mineand what I always thought would happen did:I was lifted up in joy.

I wish I understood the beauty in leaves falling. To whom are we beautiful as we go?