Durante mucho tiempo creía que había escapado, pero con el paso del tiempo veo que no soy mejor, que soy un poco peor incluso, porque yo vi siempre las cosas con mayor claridad que ellos y, sin embargo, seguí siendo incapaz de cambiar mi vida
Trópico de Capricornio - Henry Miller (via dolcheism)
In Lawrence’s case neither the dream nor the wave which was to carry him on its crest was lacking. Yet when the hour struck the exacting demands of his dream were to prevent his taking full advantage of the vast wave which would have carried him far upon its crest. For the wave was unworthy of the dream. It was always to be so.
In a letter to Kennington Lawrence wrote: “There is an ideal standard somewhere and only that matters: and I cannot find it. Hence this aimlessness.”
A man who feels that can only despise success and ends by feeling failure is a blessing. For the thing to which he aspires does not depend on external circumstance: he acts solely to achieve self -realisation. Thus no success could have satisfied T.E., for he was made of a different clay from a great artist or a great soldier. He was of the same stuff as saints, and like them he had to find perfection within himself, and not like a great artist in the work he had conceived and executed. He had to feel that all his acts testified to the ideal standard at every moment. If they did not he had this feeling of emptiness and aimlessness.
From 338171 T.E. by Victoria Ocampo (via ouphrontis)