“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.
— George Eliot
Friday, October 18, 2013
Fog of Hope
Tell me what’s the difference
between hope and waiting.
Because my heart doesn’t know.
It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting;
It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope.
— Anna Kamienska, from A Nest Of Quiet
Friday, October 11, 2013
Still Dear to Him
“She longed to know what at that moment was passing in his mind; in what manner he thought of her, and whether, in defiance of everything, she was still dear to him."
— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Friday, October 4, 2013
Instrument
"Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own."
— Kurt Vonnegut
Friday, September 27, 2013
Rest is not idleness
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
— Sir John Lubbock
So What
Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, So what. That’s one of my favorite things to say. So what.
— Andy Warhol
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