Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause
between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.
-Carol Bishop
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome
danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm
inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is
meaningful even if in a sense beyond our understanding; and that there
is always tomorrow.
- Dorothy Thompson
danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm
inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is
meaningful even if in a sense beyond our understanding; and that there
is always tomorrow.
- Dorothy Thompson
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
The wind and rain outdoors play the most magical instruments. Anything
they touch becomes a small echo. Anything they pass, becomes a small
note. A cup of tea in left hand, a sketching pen in right one. Light
is disappearing, candle flame dances inside shadows. These gray days
the color of sleep.
-Anna Emilia
they touch becomes a small echo. Anything they pass, becomes a small
note. A cup of tea in left hand, a sketching pen in right one. Light
is disappearing, candle flame dances inside shadows. These gray days
the color of sleep.
-Anna Emilia
All my life I have longed to be alone in a place like this. Even when
everything was going well, as it often did. I can say that much. That
it often did. I have been lucky. But even then, for instance in the
middle of an embrace and someone whispering words in my ear I wanted
to hear, I could suddenly get a longing to be in a place where there
was only silence. Years might go by and I did not think about it, but
that does not mean that I did not long to be there. And now I am here,
and it is almost exactly as I had imagined it.
-Per Petterson
everything was going well, as it often did. I can say that much. That
it often did. I have been lucky. But even then, for instance in the
middle of an embrace and someone whispering words in my ear I wanted
to hear, I could suddenly get a longing to be in a place where there
was only silence. Years might go by and I did not think about it, but
that does not mean that I did not long to be there. And now I am here,
and it is almost exactly as I had imagined it.
-Per Petterson
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