Thursday, April 28, 2011

Freshness of beginnings


Every moment is a fresh beginning.
T. S. Eliot

Monday, April 25, 2011

Win the sky.


The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Gray faces

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
William Golding

Sunday, April 17, 2011

The past.


The past is a mist.
Harold Pinter

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Beautiful shadows


I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.
Sylvia Plath

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Perfumes of night


Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof; but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature. What seems a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and curtains, is only a light and living slumber to the man who sleeps afield.
Robert Louis Stevenson

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Flowers.


Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.
Henry Ward Beecher