4 Quotes by Charles Reznikoff

I will walk by myself and cure myself in the sunshine and the wind.

The miracle, of course, was not that the oil for the sacred light – in a little cruse – lasted as long as they say; but that the courage of the Maccabees lasted to this day: let that nourish my flickering spirit.

The fingers of your thoughts are molding your face ceaselessly.

The street curves in and out, up and down in great waves of asphalt; at night the granite tomb is noisy with starlings like the creaking of many axles; only the tired walker know how much there is to climb, how the sidewalk curves into the cold wind.