Category Archives: WISHFUL THINKING

We rarely hear the inward music, but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless. RUMI.


How very like you, Puck.” Ash’s voice came from a great distance, and the room started to spin. “Offer them a taste of faery wine, and act surprised when they’re consumed by it.”
That struck me as hilarious, and I broke into hysterical giggles. And once I began, I couldn’t stop. I laughed until I was gasping for breath, tears streaming down my face. My feet itched and my skin crawled. I needed to move, to do something. I tried standing up, wanting to spin and dance, but the room tilted violently and I fell, still shrieking with laughter.
Somebody caught me, scooping me off my feet and into their arms. I smelled frost and winter, and heard an exasperated sigh from somewhere above my head.
“What are you doing, Ash?” I heard someone ask. A familiar voice, though I couldn’t think of his name, or why he sounded so suspicious.
“I’m taking her back to her room.” The person above me sounded wonderfully calm and deep. I sighed and settled into his arms. “She’ll have to sleep off the effects of the fruit. We’ll likely be here another day because of your idiocy.”
The other voice said something garbled and unintelligible. I was suddenly too sleepy and light-headed to care. Relaxing against the mysterious person’s chest, I fell into a heady sleep.” 

Julie KagawaThe Iron King

Cunning tanuki; he preys upon my humble soul; I have no defence.



O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love’s eye is not so true as all men’s ‘No.’
How can it? O, how can Love’s eye be true,
That is so vex’d with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep’st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.

William Shakespeare

By gaming we lose both our time and treasure: two things most precious to the life of man.

Owen Feltham (1602-1668)

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Someone once asked me why women don’t gamble as much as men do, and I gave the common-sensical reply that we don’t have as much money. That was a true but incomplete answer. In fact, women’s total instinct for gambling is satisfied by marriage.

Gloria Steinem)

Man is the only trained animal who expects his reward before he does his trick.

~Robert Brault,


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You cannot train a horse with shouts and expect it to obey a whisper.
– Dagobert D. Runes

Goomblegubbon with two strong chicks happened by. Dinewan laughed and laughed at poor Goomblegubbon “A bird’s strength lies not in his ability to use his wings Silly Goomblegubbon, strength is in your offsprings.”

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I finished off me schooner and walked right out the door.
I’d watched a strong man cry and couldn’t stand it anymore.
But still the memory lingers through the hubub and the beers.
Those famous words of shorty’s that re-echoed in my ears.

‘I hope your chooks turn into emus,
And peck your dunny down.
Peck your dunny down.
Really go to town.
I hope your chooks turn into emus.
Yes, I do, I really do.
And when they’ve pecked your dunny down,
I hope they peck on,
Hope they peck on,
Hope they peck on you.’

Satan’s Sibling

Destiny has two ways of crushing us – by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them.

Henri Frederic Amiel

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“If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.”

― C.S. Lewis

I am not going to die, I’m going home like a shooting star.

-Sojourner Truth (1797? – 1883) US abolitionist, reformer c. 1883, in "Words to Make My Dream Children Live," by Deirdre Mullane, 1995.


I’m the kind of person that when I really want something, I wish for it. I wish on shooting stars. I wish on lots of things.

-Picabo Street

Paradise unearned is but a land of shadows!

Silver Surfer Volume 1


“Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the same horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. Now, women forget all those things they don’t want to remember, and remember everything they don’t want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.”

Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

Breton. — Who wishes a horse without defects ought to go on foot.


The Old Bark Hut

The old horse answered the touch of his hand

And galloped away from the door;

He seemed to know ‘twas a journey for life

Well, he’d done such journeys before.


To Impatience Don’t wish your life away my mother said and I saw past her words that same day.



IMPATIENCEWhen patience starts to wear too thin,Resentment rises to the skies;It often leads to social sin,And troubles in the home arise.When patience leaves, tempers will flare,Emotions will get out of hand;No middle ground will any share,No compromise will understand.Hostility will rule the roost,Each side feels fully justified;Hot words will serve to fire boost,With both the senses mystified.A cooling break must first occur,Ere calmer minds can then prevail; Unless the parties would preferTo let relationship just fail.Sol the Sage

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The way of the foolish is right in his own eyes : But he that is wise hearkeneth unto counsel.

"The Proverbs;"


as the bell clinks, so the fool thinks or as the fool thinks, so the bell clinks

A foolish person believes what he desires. The tale says that when Dick Whittington ran away from his master, and had got as far as Highgate Hill, he was hungry, tired and wished to return. The bells of St Mary-le-Bow began to ring, and Whittington fancied they said: ‘Turn again, Whittington, lord mayor of London.’ The bells clinked in response to the boy’s thoughts.


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