Upon inspection, three old, wood-framed windows were there, hidden by debris. The windows were closed, even though you could see through the glass. The understanding came swiftly – to really feel the light, the windows must also be open, hanging freely.
As if one said to a man, " Yes, go on, you can do it,"
knowing well that he cannot. To egg him on.
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 25 March 1933
The lizard, when it feels cold at night, says to itself
" to-morrow I will find a smouldering tree to
sleep in so that I shall be warm." Next day
when it basks in the sun it forgets and does not
do it ; the consequence is that it feels cold again
When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. That’s my middle-west – not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow.
(F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Great Gatsby
I wouldn’t touch it with a 10 foot pole
“Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth.”
― Francesca Lia Block
William Brighty Rands
Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.”
― Alcoholics Anonymous
“Walk the Bowery under the El at night and all you feel is a sort of cold guilt. Touched for a dime, you try to drop the coin and not touch the hand, because the hand is dirty; you try to avoid the glance, because the glance accuses. This is not so much personal menace as universal — the cold menace of unresolved human suffering and poverty and the advanced stages of the disease alcoholism.”
― E.B. White, Here Is New York
“If you are a dreamer come in
If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar
A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer
If youre a pretender com sit by my fire
For we have some flax golden tales to spin
― Shel Silverstein
Sometime whispering’s okay but maybe you’d feel better if you screamed today.”
― Kimya Dawson