Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Clouds to add color.


Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
- Rabindranath Tagore

Monday, June 29, 2009

The safe place.


The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
- Maya Angelou

Sunday, June 28, 2009

The genius of childhood

What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.
Pablo Picasso

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Our lights

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
William Shakespeare

Friday, June 26, 2009

New kind of togetherness

People nowadays like to be together not in the old-fashioned way of, say, mingling on the piazza of an Italian Renaissance city, but, instead, huddled together in traffic jams, bus queues, on escalators and so on. It’s a new kind of togetherness which may seem totally alien, but it’s the togetherness of modern technology.
J. G. Ballard

Thursday, June 25, 2009

We trample grass

We trample grass, and prize the flowers of May; yet the grass is green when the flower fades away.
Robert Southwell

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Sweetest fruits

Of all pleasures the fruit of labor is the sweetest.
Luc de Clapiers

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Mariners, waiting for the night sky

Ideals are like the stars: we never reach them, but like the mariners of the sea, we chart our course by them.
Carl Schurz

Monday, June 22, 2009

Time

Time cools, time clarifies; no mood can be maintained quite unaltered through the course of hours.
Thomas Mann

Sunday, June 21, 2009

High hopes

A cathedral, a wave of storm, a dancer's leap, never turn out to be as high as we had hoped.
Marcel Proust

Saturday, June 20, 2009

The sky

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Friday, June 19, 2009

A candle

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
It gives a lovely light!

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Thursday, June 18, 2009

The right way

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Friendship

Friendship is a sheltering tree.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The silence of a flower

The silence of a flower: a kind of silence which we continually evade, of which we find only the shadow in dreams.
Lewis Thompson

Monday, June 15, 2009

Smell the flowers

Don’t hurry, don’t worry. You’re only here for a short visit. So be sure to stop and smell the flowers.
Walter Hagen

Sunday, June 14, 2009

to hold our destiny in ourselves


It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
-William Shakespeare

Saturday, June 13, 2009

offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.


But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her,
barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window
in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor.
She will look in at me with her thin arms extended,
offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.
-William Collins

Friday, June 12, 2009

An arch.


An arch never sleeps.
-Hindu proverb

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Human bridge.


We build too many walls and not enough bridges.
-Isaac Newton

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

If I were two-faced


If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?
-Abraham Lincoln

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

...That we may record our emptiness.


Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
-Khalil Gibran

Monday, June 8, 2009

Memory of roses.


God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
-J.M. Barrie

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Green.


Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.
-Lorca, Federico Garcia

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Aye, what then?


If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream,
and have a flower presented to him
as a pledge that his soul had really been there,
and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake -
Aye, what then?
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Friday, June 5, 2009

Falling

Fish die belly upward, and rise to the surface. Its their way of falling.
Andre Gide

Thursday, June 4, 2009

A silent finger

An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches with spire steeples which point as with a silent finger to the sky and stars.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Yellow

It is the color closest to light.
Johann Wolfgang Goethe

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Writing


First, I do not sit down at my desk to put into verse something that is already clear in my mind. If it were clear in my mind, I should have no incentive or need to write about it. We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.
Robert Cecil Day-Lewis

Monday, June 1, 2009

Buildings


The job of buildings is to improve human relations: architecture must ease them, not make them worse.
Ralph Erskine