“I experienced by observing my own body and my own soul that I sorely needed sin, sorely needed concupiscence, needed greed, vanity, and the most shameful despair to learn to stop resisting, to learn to love the world and stop comparing it to some world I only wished for and imagined, some sort of perfection I myself had dreamed up, but instead to let it be as it was and to love it and be happy to belong to it.”
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
– Dorothy L. Sayers
“Did you ever fly a kite in bed?
Did you ever walk with ten cats on your head?
Did you ever milk this kind of cow?
Well, we can do it. We know how.
If you never did, you should.
These things are fun and fun is good.”
― Dr. Seuss, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish
“My schedule for today lists a six-hour self-accusatory depression.”
Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
“When things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It’s because a little piece gets lost – the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.”
John Green Will Grayson
Santosh Kalwar, Quote Me Everyday
“Life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with”
The scenes of excess which occurred in the houses where deep drinking was practised must have been most revolting to sober persons who were un- accustomed to such conviviality; as in the case of a drinking Angus laird, entertaining as his guest a London merchant of formal manners and temperate habits. The poor man was driven from the table when the drinking set in hard, and stole away to take refuge in his bed-room. The company, how- ever, were determined not to let the worthy citizen off so easily, but proceeded in a body, with the laird at their head, and invaded his privacy by exhibiting bottles and glasses at his bed-side. Losing all patience, the wretched victim gasped out his indignation, " Sir, your hospitality borders upon brutality."
foto – bike on Terranora.
The Envious Lobster, Poem
“Yes!” cried the lobster, “that I’ll do,
And thrice as much, if needs must be
To be as gaily clad as she!”
Then, in she made a fatal dive
And never more was seen alive.
Now, those who learn the lobster’s fate,
Will see how envy could create
A vain desire within her breast,
And pride of dress could do the rest,
That brought her to an early death:
’T was love of show that cost her breath.
Old Sturbridge Village