“How do I feel today? I feel as unfit as an unfiddle,
And it is the result of a certain turbulence in the mind and an uncertain burbulence in the middle.
What was it, anyway, that angry thing that flew at me?
I am unused to banshees crying Boo at me.
Your wife can’t be a banshee—
Or can she?”
― Ogden Nash, Private Dining-room and Other New Verses
― Tim Burton, The Nightmare Before Christmas
Nah mind how pumpkin vine run, he must dry up one day.
||Every life comes to an end sooner or later.
“So long as one’s just dreaming about what to do, one can soar like an eagle and move mountains, it seems, but as soon as one starts doing it one gets worn out and tired.”
― Ivan Turgenev
Until you tire your own shoulders (by carrying his children on it), you won’t make a stranger’s son or brother your own. To firmly attach a stranger to yourself, you must toil hard in his behalf first.
"Bannú: Or Our Afghan Frontier"
foto – kimmi from bellingen
"Goodbye," said I to my conscience,
"Goodbye for aye and aye,"
As I pushed her from me roughly
And turned my face away;
And conscience smitten sorely
Returned not from that day.
But a time came when my spirit
Grew weary of its pace:
And I cried, "Come back, my conscience,
For I long to see thy face."
But conscience said, "I cannot,
Remorse sits in my place."—Selected.
foto – corral raleigh 2010