Thursday, April 30, 2009

There are always flowers

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.
- Henri Matisse

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

when the clock stops does time come to life.

Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
- William Faulkner

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

free to go whenever I choose.

I am a moonbeam, free to go whenever I choose.
- Marina Tsvetaeva

Monday, April 27, 2009

The sea complains.

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
- Alexander Smith

Sunday, April 26, 2009

A roof and four walls of the story

When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls. What is to happen next will take place within the four walls of the story. And this is possible because the story's voice makes everything its own.
John Berger

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Sure as a camera

I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.
John Steinbeck

Friday, April 24, 2009

Nothing is too high

Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly.

Thursday, April 23, 2009


When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don't throw away the ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer.
Corrie Ten Boom

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Sleepy faces

The street awakens. She looks, exhausted
With the mute windows' sullen eyes,
On sleepy faces, red from the cold,
That with thoughts chase the stubborn sleep away.
Marina Tsvetaeva

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

The dawn

Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
Emily Dickinson

Monday, April 20, 2009


Trees are your best antiques.
Alexander Smith

Sunday, April 19, 2009


The principle of the Gothic architecture is infinity made imaginable.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Saturday, April 18, 2009


Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.
- Jean Paul

Friday, April 17, 2009

A sunrise is born.

The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies.
- William Faulkner

Thursday, April 16, 2009

I have been here before.

I have been here before.
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Wednesday, April 15, 2009


If a given combination of trees, mountains, water, and houses, say a landscape, is beautiful, it is not so by itself, but because of me, of my favor, of the idea or feeling I attach to it.
- Charles Baudelaire

Tuesday, April 14, 2009


A smile you sent, will always return.
- Indian Proverb

Monday, April 13, 2009

Painted Sunlight.

What I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.
- Edward Hopper

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Easter Sunday

Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Luisa and Thinker wish you all a happy Easter!

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Squares full of life

In that black or luminous square life lives, life dreams, life suffers.
Charles Baudelaire

Friday, April 10, 2009


Rest is the sweet sauce of labor.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Only vegetables are happy.

People need trouble -- a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. Artists do; I don't mean you need to live in a rat hole or gutter, but you have to learn fortitude, endurance. Only vegetables are happy.
William Faulkner

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

The world is a playground

The world is a playground, and life is pushing my swing.
Natalie Kocsis

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Like the waves

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
William Shakespeare

Monday, April 6, 2009

Rise and touch the sky

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the skies.
Emily Dickinson

Sunday, April 5, 2009

'Don't you dare!'

Never touch a butterfly's wing with your finger.
- Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Too long

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
- Willa Cather

Friday, April 3, 2009

A Tree Trail.

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Pieces of Heaven on Earth.

On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
- Jules Renard

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Planting in my soul.

Every moment and every event of every man's life on earth plants something in his soul.
- Thomas Merton