I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
William Butler Yeats
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
― Lawrence Ferlinghetti, A Coney Island of the Mind
My father worked at Coney Island. He had a concession on the boardwalk, where you knock over milk bottles with baseballs, which I could never do for my entire childhood. There was a tidal wave at Coney Island when I was a child. Ripped up the boardwalk and did about a million dollars worth of damage, houses and everything. The only thing left standing was those little milk bottles.
― Edith Sitwell
A broken hand works, but not a broken heart.
“Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
I le`a ka hula i ka ho`opa`a.
The lesser details that one pays little attention to are just as important as the major ones. Although the attention is given to the dancer, the drummer and chanter play an important role in the dance.
“Bright Idea #91: When the weather’s bad and your lights go out, have a pyjama party. Eat till you feel sick, hula-hoop, paint your faces. Catch fireflies, and dance naked in the rain. If you do, then your bare butt will light up like a firefly after it’s been let out of a jar.”
― Sandra Kring, The Book Of Bright Ideas
“- Why do away with the inequalities? – said the boy. – If we flatten the mountains, the birds will no longer have shelter. If we put an end to the depths of the rivers and seas, all the fish will die. If the chief of the village has the same authority as the madman, no one will know what to do. The world is vast, let it have its differences.”
― Paulo Coelho, Warrior of the Light
Laughter is the language of the Gods.
“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 Night
― Neesha Meminger, Shine, Coconut Moon
Why did he quit drugs? “With the smack, I knew: ‘I’ve got to stop now, or I’m going to go in for hard time.’ The cocaine I quit because I fell on my head! Due to that — no more coke. Actually, my body tells me when to stop . . . the hard way. It’s a knock on the head — OK. It’s no big deal to me, to give things up.” Keith Richards.
“Solving a problem for which you know there’s an answer is like climbing a mountain with a guide, along a trail someone else has laid. In mathematics, the truth is somewhere out there in a place no one knows, beyond all the beaten paths. And it’s not always at the top of the mountain. It might be in a crack on the smoothest cliff or somewhere deep in the valley.”
― Yoko Ogawa, The Housekeeper and the Professor
Thich Nhat Hanh
“The day wore on, and all these bright colours subsided, and assumed a quieter tint, like young hopes softened down by time, or youthful features by degrees resolving into the calm and serenity of age. But they were scarcely less beautiful in their slow decline, than they had been in their prime; for nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy, that we can scarcely mark their progress.”
― Charles Dickens
“A relationship is like being in a forest, where snakes lurk awaiting the chance to entice.”
― Anthony Liccione
― Ksenia Anske, Blue Sparrow: Tweets on Writing, Reading, and Other Creative Nonsense
“It’s always further than it looks.
It’s always taller than it looks.
And it’s always harder than it looks.”
— The 3 rules of mountaineering.
― Jack Kerouac
When you wish someone joy, you wish them peace, love, prosperity, happiness…all the good things.
― Henry David Thoreau
There’s no taking trout with dry breeches.
— Miguel De Cervantes
“It was a fine country, or would be, different from any she had known. But if it was the promised land, it was not because of the trees or climate, but because, just getting here, they’d found something new inside themselves.”
― Karen Fisher, A Sudden Country
― J. Bronowski
“I’ve decided that if I had my life to live over again, I would not only climb more mountains, swim more rivers, and watch more sunsets; I wouldn’t only jettison my hot water bottle, raincoat, umbrella, parachute, and raft; I would not only go barefoot earlier in the spring and stay out later in the fall; but I would devote not one more minute to monitoring my spiritual growth. No, not one.”
― Brennan Manning, The Furious Longing of God
“Never sit under a tree waiting for the apple to fall. Climb the tree, grab that apple!
When it comes, never be inert and take your time, TIME TO MOVE!”
― Tsem Tulku Rinpoche, Why I Make Myself Unhappy
Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men
“Gather round me children
There’s a story I’ll tell you,
A story about our heritage
A place where we go for a chew.
This place once looked so different
Mangrove trees and river gums,
An abundance of fishing
I encouraged friends to come.
We’d go fishing for Flathead
With our bottle lines and dough
Trying our skills not to tangle
Our lines but we’d have a go.
As we fished the sun shone
We shared our stories and dreams
Hoping our children would continue
Our tradition and what it means.
The white man thought it was better
Destroying my family’s sacred place
Removing all trees and making it a park
And calling it a “community space”.
How can it be a community space?
When the families have left
The place lonely and uninviting,
It hurts inside my chest.
How can my children learn about
Their culture and family?
The laws of survival, the Dreaming
And becoming more manly.
The white man they say “sorry” yet
I still feel sadness and sorrow
I have let down my ancestors
But yet we’ll still live with it tomorrow.
So listen carefully my children
Don’t be afraid to stand up and fight
Just like what “Eddie Mabo” did
So that all will be right.
She had the loaded handbag of someone who camps out and seldom goes home, or who imagines life must be full of emergencies.
“Once upon a time, a fisherman went out to sea. He caught many fish and threw them all into a large bucket on his boat. The fish were not yet dead, so the man decided to ease their suffering by killing them swiftly. While he worked, the cold air made his eyes water. One of the wounded fish saw this and said to the other: “What a kind heart this fisherman has- see how he cries for us.” The other fish replied: “Ignore his tears and watch what he is doing with his hands.”
― Randa Abdel-Fattah, Where the Streets Had a Name
“A picnic. Picture a forest, a country road, a meadow. Cars drive off the country road into the meadow, a group of young people get out carrying bottles, baskets of food, transistor radios, and cameras. They light fires, pitch tents, turn on the music. In the morning they leave. The animals, birds, and insects that watched in horror through the long night creep out from their hiding places. And what do they see? Old spark plugs and old filters strewn around… Rags, burnt-out bulbs, and a monkey wrench left behind… And of course, the usual mess—apple cores, candy wrappers, charred remains of the campfire, cans, bottles, somebody’s handkerchief, somebody’s penknife, torn newspapers, coins, faded flowers picked in another meadow.”
― Arkady Strugatsky, Boris Strugatsky, Roadside Picnic
“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
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem
“You must carry a chaos inside you to give birth to a dancing star.”
“As if this great outburst of anger had purged all my ills, killed all my hopes, I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world– and finding it so much like myself, in fact so fraternal, I realized that I’d been happy, and that I was still happy.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger
― Friedrich Nietzsche
“The birds are relatively silent. The woods, they’re like a jungle, just thick foliage, just incredibly hot, humid, buggy and snakes everywhere. Everything about it is just as bad as could be.”