June 2013
13 posts
“The value of things is not the time they last, but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people!”
—Fernando Pessoa
All perfect things are saddening in effect.
The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes,
The matchless tinting on the royal rose
Whose velvet leaf by no least flaw is flecked.
Love’s supreme moment, when the soul unchecked
Soars high as heaven, and its best rapture knows,
These hold a deeper pathos than our woes,
Since they leave nothing better to expect.
Resistless change, when powerless to improve,
Can only mar. The gold will pale to grey—
No thing remains tomorrow as today,—
The rose will not seem quite so fair, and love
Must find its measures of delight made less.
Ah, how imperfect is all Perfectness!
Perfectness by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
“I do not think that tragedy is our natural fate and I do not live in chronic dread of disaster. It is no happiness, but suffering that I consider unnatural. It is not success, but calamity that I regard as the abnormal exception in Human Life.”
—Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
“The trouble is you can shut your eyes but you can’t shut your mind.”
—Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith
I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You’ll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.
But Not Forgotten by Dorothy Parker
“It may be important to great thinkers to examine the world, to explain and despise it. But I think it is only important to love the world, not to despise it, not for us to hate each other, but to be able to regard the world and ourselves and all beings with love, admiration and respect.”
—Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
“I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
May 2013
21 posts
Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It will not ebb like the sea.
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.
I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies —
You are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold.
Peace by Sara Teasdale
“…there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”
—William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.”
—Stephen King
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,
O beloved of my heart—-this golden light that dances upon the leaves,
these idle clouds sailing across the sky,
this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.
The morning light has flooded my eyes—-this is thy message to my heart.
Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes,
and my heart has touched thy feet.
Passing Breeze by Rabindranath Tagore
