The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 25 May 1935
A spider’s cobweb isn’t only its sleeping spring but also its food trap. African
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 11 June 1927,
The problem with finding the easiest way, is that the
enemy already booby trapped it.
A computer’s such an asset for your lovely little park
I’ll teach you how to crawl the web – if you wait until it’s dark!
I don’t want you to bug it, or to introduce a worm -
I’ll only teach you one by one – just wait and take your turn.”
A Freewheelin’ Time: Greenwich Village in the Sixties, Bob Dylan and Me
Sometimes, no matter how much you want for things to happen, all you can do is wait
“The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.”
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
It is often advisable not to give any answer. Don’t say no. Don’t say yes. Say nothing.
I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings.
from the Fox-”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
― Dorothy Allison, Bastard Out of Carolina
The Dawn (Sydney, NSW : 1888 – 1905) , Tuesday 15 May 1888,
~ Leena Arif
The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
“And I will stroll the merry way
And jump the hedges first
And I will drink the clear
Clean water for to quench my thirst
And I shall watch the ferry-boats
And they’ll get high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow’s sky
And I will never grow so old again
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
― Van Morrison
― Tina Howe, Pride’s Crossing
You know she’s waiting
For things that she’ll never never never never possess, yeah yeah
But while she’s there waiting, without them
Try a little tenderness (that’s all you gotta do)
You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.
- Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne
Propertius Eligiae 2.16.13-14
“To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soulmates, which takes a lifetime to perfect.”
― Criss Jami, Venus in Arms
“Turn from that road’s beguiling ease; return
to your hunger’s turret. Enter, climb the stair
chill with disuse, where the croaking toad of time
regards from shimmering eyes your slow ascent
and the drip, drip, of darkness glimmers on the stone
to show you how your longing waits alone.
What alchemy shines from under that shut door,
spinning out gold from the hollow of the heart?
(“The Sea’s Wash In The Hollow Of The Heart”)”
― Denise Levertov
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must of felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.
” Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart, and never forget, that until the day God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these two words, ‘Wait and Hope.”
― Alexandre Dumas
~Nigerian proverb Read more: http://www.gadel.info/2011/03/ghanaian-and-nigerian-proverbs.html#ixzz2LFE5Gfjr
“The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.”
― Bertrand Russell
“I have sometimes thought that a woman’s nature is like a great house
full of rooms: there is a hall, through which everyone passes in
going in and out; the drawing-room, where one receives formal visits . . .
and in the innermost room, the holy of holies,
the soul sits alone and waits for a footstep that never comes.”
― Edith Wharton, The Fullness of Life
“If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it.
I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil
and its head bent low with patience.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish,
and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.
Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds’ nests,
and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.”
― Rabindranath Tagore
“When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument.”
― C.S. Forester, The African Queen
This is a quiet only bog can offer.
Sound soaks into its open mouth,
through its dark skin
waiting, while human flurry
stills in the valves of the heart.
Robyn Rowland © from Seasons of doubt & burning. New & Selected poems, Five Islands Press, 2011
“Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.”
Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall
We wander, question. But the answer waits in each separate heart – the answer of our own identity and the way by which we can master loneliness and feel that at last we belong.
Carson McCullers, The Mortgaged Heart: Selected Writings
The sun blossoms on each and every stone
from the garden,
and the stones are smilling…
And if you’re patient enough,
you might even hear them whispering
about ancient songs and green words,
remembered from times that never existed…
Look, if I pick up one of the stones
and put it somewhere else,
I’m changing history…
Actually, we are not allowed
to dream together with them,
because we move all the time,
and we make history – OUR history – change…
(Maybe this is what ‘writing history’ is about…)
But the stones are always there,
waiting, patiently, for nothing to happen,
just hoping that one day,
maybe when the sun blossoms on them,
a rose will blossom by their side…
foto – bats in bello jan 2010
FROM The Stillness of Cows
Milk the cow, but do not pull off the udder. Greek.
from Quote Garden
foto – ulmarra cows dec 09
In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theatre before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin.
sites 2c http://www.famousquotesandauthors.com/topics/youth_quotes.html
foto – IMM and Kati B in urunga 1996
I’ll wait here for a while
“Night, Connelly’s Marsh”
site 2c – http://www.australianpoetryreview.com.au/0907oxley.htm
foto – izzy foreal at iluka dec 09
Sun Before the Long Wait
Break gods on the steps under a forgotten sun
unwind what goes along, and what is led
fears that can’t approve or anxieties listen
time toughs the excuses out
having been released from the long wait.
site 2c – http://homepages.tig.com.au/~jpjones/brokenopen.html
foto – bello champagne dec 09