"...Come let us stray our gladsome way
And view the charms of nature:
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn
And every happy creature.
We'll gently walk and sweetly talk
'Til the silent moon shines clearly..."
--Robert Burns
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Unmoved...
"I have fallen in love with you."
How easily those words fall from his lips,
but what is in his heart? Seamlessly
he slips away with no more than a promise
to return, but when? He says, "I'll call you."
But it is never certain when or if he will.
My heart is still--unmoved by him.
His acts belie his words; he is no friend
nor can he ever be. This must end, but how?
For in truth it never did begin.
How easily those words fall from his lips,
but what is in his heart? Seamlessly
he slips away with no more than a promise
to return, but when? He says, "I'll call you."
But it is never certain when or if he will.
My heart is still--unmoved by him.
His acts belie his words; he is no friend
nor can he ever be. This must end, but how?
For in truth it never did begin.
Not time or opportunity...
"It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;--it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others."
--Jane Austen in Sense and Sensibility
--Jane Austen in Sense and Sensibility
Companions...
"I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time--those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything."
--Lawrence Durrell
--Lawrence Durrell
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Leap...
"We'll take this leap, and we'll see. We'll jump, and we'll see. That's life, right?"
--Patricia in Joe vs. the Volcano
--Patricia in Joe vs. the Volcano
Be of good cheer
"From behind the shadow of the still, small voice--more awful than tempest or earthquake--more sure and persistent than day and night--is always sounding with hope and strength to the weariest of us all, "Be of good cheer; I have overcome the world."
--Thomas Hughes
--Thomas Hughes
Monday, February 16, 2009
With quiet eyes...
"Who loves the rain,
And loves his home,
And looks on life with quiet eyes,
Him will I follow through the storm,
And at his hearth-fire keep me warm:
Nor hell nor heaven shall that soul surprise
Who loves the rain,
And loves his home,
And looks on life with quiet eyes."
--Frances Shaw
And loves his home,
And looks on life with quiet eyes,
Him will I follow through the storm,
And at his hearth-fire keep me warm:
Nor hell nor heaven shall that soul surprise
Who loves the rain,
And loves his home,
And looks on life with quiet eyes."
--Frances Shaw
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