Monday, January 31, 2011

Like drops.

There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.
Dorothy Parker

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Wires of life

All the complex wires of life were stripped out and he could see the structure of life.
Annie Proulx

Monday, January 24, 2011

Love blossom.

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Pablo Neruda

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The road

The Road Goes Ever On

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

J. R. R. Tolkien

Monday, January 17, 2011

No fixed plans, not intent on arriving.

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.
Lao Tzu

Wednesday, January 12, 2011


Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world. Morning arrives and that's it.
Sunlight darkens the earth.
Charles Wright

Sunday, January 9, 2011

obvious things

The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.
Arthur Conan Doyle

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Leaves are the snow of autumn

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
E. E. Cummings

Monday, January 3, 2011

A rose's dress.

Tell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?
Pablo Neruda