“THE RAT STOPS GNAWING IN THE WOOD, THE DUNGEON WALLS WITHDRAW, THE WEIGHT IS LIFTED YOUR PULSE STEADIES AND THE SUN HAS FOUND YOUR HEART, THE DAY WAS NOT BAD, THE SEASON HAS NOT BEEN BAD, THERE IS SENSE AND EVEN PROMISE IN GOING ON.”BERNARD DE VOTO
Little Snowdrop(Author unknown)The world may never noticeIf a Snowdrop doesn’t bloom,Or even pause to wonderIf the petals fall too soon.But every life that ever forms,Or ever comes to be,Touches the world in some small wayFor all eternity.
Among the notable things about fire is that it also requires oxygen to burn – exactly like its enemy, life. Thereby are life and flames so often compared. Otto Weiningerhttp://www.quotegarden.com/fire.html
“This silent cry is of ecstasy for what has been done, and of despair at being forestalled, and being thus forewarned, that neither This Year nor Next Year am I to have the ability and wisdom to light the lamp on my own. Although one branch of childhood is in this fashion lopped for all time, the rest of it still inhabits the body of a child which occupies itself in childish matters.”HAL, PORTER – The Watcher on the Cast Iron Balcony
“Just remember: If one bird carried every grain of sand, grain by grain, across the ocean, by the time he got them all on the other side, that would only be the beginning of eternity. ”― Truman Capote, In Cold Blood
“I would enter the desert alone, to leave in the sand endless footprints only to be obliterated by the wind, to walk the same path each day expecting the same path tomorrow, and perhaps to cease wondering at the bloom and wither of lilies only to linger for death. But no, even in the desert, I would seek a new sanctuary, to contemplate a grain of sand in a sea of dryness…”― Leonard Seet, Meditation on Space-Time
Build me a shrine, and I could kneel To rural Gods, or prostrate fall; Did I not see, did I not feel. That one GREAT SPIRIT governs all. O Heaven, permit that I may lie Where o’er my corse green branches wave; And those who from life’s tumults fly With kindred feelings press my grave.Robert Bloomfield
“And I have no regrets.” “That’s a pity,” Hunt said easily. “Having regrets is the only sign that you’ve done anything interesting with your life.” ― Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer…
Ku`ia ka hele a ka na`au ha`aha`a.Hesitant walks the humble hearted.A humble person walks carefully, so as not to hurt others.Don’t walk all over people !
Source: “E Pele, Pele, Pele, E Pele E!” “The Legend of Pele Teaches One to Be Hospitable, Generous, Loving & Merciful to All Who Cross Ones Path, For One Knows Not the Spiritual Nobility of Whom One Entertains…!” | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY
“Sometimes in the morning, when it’s a good surf, I go out there, and I don’t feel like it’s a bad world.”Kary Mullis
“I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don’t want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.”― Charles de Lint
Source: George Eliot “A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY
I Came to buy a smile—today—But just a single smile—The smallest one upon your faceWill suit me just as well—The one that no one else would missIt shone so very small—I’m pleading at the “counter”—sir—Could you afford to sell—Emily Dickinson
“Let’s just call things what they are. When a man’s love of finery clouds his moral judgement, that is vanity. When he lets a demanding palate make his moral choices, that is gluttony. When he ascribes the divine will to his own whims, that is pride. And when he gets angry at being reminded of animal suffering that his own daily choices might help avoid, that is moral cowardice.”― Matthew Scully.
HANDKERCHIEF, n. A small square of silk or linen, used in various ignoble offices about the face and especially serviceable at funerals to conceal the lack of tears. The handkerchief is of recent invention our ancestors knew nothing of it and intrusted.(Ambrose Bierce)
Source: “Nothing, however, bemused the Indians more than the European habit of blowing their noses into a fine handkerchief, folding it carefully, and placing it back in their pockets as if it were a treasured memento.” ― Bill Bryson, At Home: A Short History of Private Life | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY
There’s an unfamiliar grip on an unfamiliar handkerchiefAttending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn’t noticeWith you no matter how vicious the griefHer expression was damp and crookedGrabs onto my throat and won’t let goThe Last Shadow Puppets
Source: Where a blood relation sobs, an intimate friend should choke up, a distant acquaintance should sigh, a stranger should merely fumble sympathetically with his handkerchief. Mark Twain | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY
“The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.”― Audrey Hepburn
ROBERT FROSTMending WallSomething there is that doesn’t love a wall,
Source: We concentrate on recovery and how we feel, not what we have done in the past. Old friends, places and ideas are often a threat to our recovery. We need to change our playmates, playgrounds and playthings. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY
Raymond ‘Red’ Reddington:…on a sailboat, surrounded by sea with no land in sight, without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come? To stand at the helm of your destiny. I want that, one more time
Source: “I began to understand that all of life is practice: writing, driving, hiking, brushing teeth, packing lunch boxes, making beds, cooking dinner, making love, walking dogs, even sleeping. We are always practicing. Only practicing.” —Dani Shapiro | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY
“You don’t see a fish in a chair often.”― Lydia Millet, Mermaids in Paradise
Source: There’s something to be learned by listening and absorbing and watching before you start telling the people who have been there how to rearrange chairs. (Anne Northup) | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY
“Crabbit Old Woman”What do you see, what do you see?Are you thinking, when you look at me-A crabbit old woman, not very wise,Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,Who dribbles her food and makes no replyWhen you say in a loud voice,I do wish you’d try.
The Light of the Haremby Thomas MooreWho has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere,With its roses, the brightest that earth ever gave,Its temples and grottos, and fountains as clearAs the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave?
Source: “Although humans and baboons may fight among themselves, dominate others, and keep harems, only humans have the ability to give pious excuses for what they do.” – Arnold M. Ludwig | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY
“I am an expression of the divine, just like a peach is, just like a fish is. I have a right to be this way…I can’t apologize for that, nor can I change it, nor do I want to… We will never have to be other than who we are in order to be successful…We realize that we are as ourselves unlimited and our experiences valid. It is for the rest of the world to recognize this, if they choose.”― Alice Walker, The Color Purple
“There are many things in your life that you cannot understand. But be patient, for when the Hand of God is upon a thing, it may grind very slowly, but it will form the finest thing possible, if you dare wait until the end of it.”
it’s warm beer and cold hands; it’s leaning back into cigarettes and noise; it’s the vague concentration of the fourth drink; it is the alcoholic headache of the sun; it’s someone whose name you can’t remember; it’s the red esky suddenly full of a tidal water. And when I can’t drink any more, it’s ………..David McCooey.http://www.australianpoetrycentre.org.au/?p=460