Summer break

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.
Oliver Wendell Holmes


Dear readers, Luisa and i will make a summer pause with the blog, but we will be back soon with new matches.
Until then, enjoy the summer!

women and cats.

Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.
Robert A. Heinlein

Perfect speed

You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.
Richard Bach (Jonathan Livingston Seagull)

Words and edges.

All our words from loose using have lost their edge.
Ernest Hemingway

A Cloud

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

protest against the darkness.

The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
George Eliot

At the close of a winter day

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Elizabeth Bowen

Simplicity

Simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance.
Coco Chanel

Language

It's my belief we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.
Jane Wagner

To get to know a country

To get to know a country, you must have direct contact with the earth. It's futile to gaze at the world through a car window.
Albert Einstein

Freshness of beginnings

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

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

Gray faces

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

The past.

The past is a mist.
Harold Pinter

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

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

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

Sunshine and a bench

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench.
Samuel Beckett

Great deeds.

All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant's revolving door.
Albert Camus

Magic carpet

Imagination is the true magic carpet.
Norman Vincent Peale

Computers

I do not fear computers. I fear the lack of them.
Isaac Asimov

The Sea

The Sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
Jacques-Yves Cousteau

Nothing gold can stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost

Begin again.

Part broken - part whole, you begin again.
Jeanette Winterson

Things have changed

For most of history, man has had to fight nature to survive; in this century he is beginning to realize that, in order to survive, he must protect it.
Jacques-Yves Cousteau

intellectual refugees

There weren't any curtains in the windows, and the books that didn't fit into the bookshelf lay piled on the floor like a bunch of intellectual refugees.
Haruki Murakami

A dog's point of view

From the dog's point of view, his master is an elongated and abnormally cunning dog.
Mabel Louise Robinson

Plant a tree.

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree.
W.S. Merwin

In the sea

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.
E.E. Cummings

Useless beauty.

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless.
John Steinbeck

Bloom

Bloom where you're planted.
Afghan proverb

Tiny place.

Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.
Gustave Flaubert

I've seen it all

I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train.
Tom Waits

Like drops.

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

Wires of life

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

Love blossom.

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

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

No fixed plans, not intent on arriving.

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

Dreams

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

obvious things

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

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

A rose's dress.

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