One glance at (a book) and you hear the voice of another person - perhaps...– Carl Sagan - Cosmos
John Updike: "January"
The days are short, The sun a spark Hung thin between The dark and dark. Fat snowy footsteps Track the floor, And parkas pile up Near the door. The river is A frozen place Held still beneath The trees’ black lace. The sky is low. The wind is gray. The radiator Purrs all day.
Wisdom, when did it descend weeping into each thing?– Brian Teare, from “Eden Tiresias”
It is my conviction that there is no way to peace—peace is the way.– Thich Nhat Hanh
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...– Charles Bukowski
The Double-Bed Dream Gallows
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a barbed-wire fence. I guess as a kind of advertisement to other hawks, saying from the pages of a leading women’s magazine, “She’s beautiful, but burn all the maps to your body. I’m not here of my own choosing.” ~~Richard Brautigan
All girls should have a poem written for them even if we have to turn this...– “All Girls Should Have a Poem (For Valerie)” by Richard Brautigan
If you’re a sports star and you say ‘faggot’ on the courts, you get fined. But...– -Tegan Quin
I sat thinking how terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that...– Jostein Gaarder
tin mailbox telephones.
thedustdancestoo: our empty mailboxes are connected by tiny pieces of string. (shhh. listen.) press your ear against it and i’ll whisper, i’ll say every word i wasn’t brave enough to speak before. listen, listen to the echo of secrets passing from my lips, listen to the reverberation of my heartbeat traveling miles and miles, and miles, and miles, and miles, to reach you.
glass ornaments hand-painted hanging amidst strands of lead tinsel, bright hot bulbs and the fresh smell of pine needles are my only fond memories of Christmas ~~intheeyesofgodorman:
If a bullet should enter my brain, let that bullet... →
Harvey Milk was shot and killed 33 years ago today.
Pulling and digging weeds can be a sweet, contemplative practice. It’s easier...– ~Sayings of Te Toh
Spiritual awakening doesn’t happen because you master some spiritual technique....– Adyashanti The Sun Magazine | Who Hears This Sound? (
Tomorrow Doesn't Know
tomorrow will lie to you he will tell you time and again “I will always be here for you” don’t listen to him tomorrow doesn’t know ~lookingforwisdom:
Only in America would people violently trample each other for discounts exactly one day after being thankful for what they already have. ~~Anonymous
I confess, I do not believe in time.– Vladimir Nabokov
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for...– The Dalai Lama
The duchess on the dying pole of damsel distress you can’t control the nearer thought of the farther hole you brought your life through once. More than meadow, less than song tired clinks to sing along with every one you’ve ever done wrong still cuffed to your empty wrists. Now harvest time and moonshine vines have come to steal the newest wine from lips not evil nor divine before the night is...
Live to the point of tears.– Albert Camus
Bob Goes to Town
We never realized how large the kitchen window was until the day Bob threw the stove through it. That was also the first time we saw daylight. It showered us with silvery pellets, filling every crevice in the room, wrapping the roaches in magic. Bob left soon afterward. We have not seen him since. This story explains why we bathe in sunlight every day. And why we have the old folk saying, “If...
intheeyesofgodorman: she ate her children one by one savoring each bite lingering and longing and when they were gone she pined for them as if she ever cared .
There is a great deal of difference in believing something still, and believing...– —W. H. Auden
He opened the door without knocking. “What are you doing?” he asked. “I’m...– Tito Titus
Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving...– George Eliot