We both know, you and I, that if all men were gardeners, the world at last would be at peace.
Beverley Nichols
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
I cannot be dictated to by a watch.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Dawns and sunsets in books.
Friday, November 27, 2009
I was absent
Thursday, November 26, 2009
To love is to be vulnerable.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
C.S. Lewis
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
There's a bluebird
Monday, November 23, 2009
A bus came.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Edge
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Insect view
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
A tree
Monday, November 16, 2009
Love quote
Sunday, November 15, 2009
understanding someone
Saturday, November 14, 2009
fatal to prejudice
Friday, November 13, 2009
The things that really matter
Thursday, November 12, 2009
There is simply the rose.
These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time for them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives nature in the present, above time.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
The bar …
Idle details
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
At home
Friday, November 6, 2009
Love match
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Boredom remains
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
The present
Monday, November 2, 2009
Sometimes
Sunday, November 1, 2009
holding a piece of the city
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