Friday, November 13, 2009

Stephenie Meyer

"I can't live in a world where you don't exist."

Stephenie Meyer

Winston S. Churchill

"If you are going through hell, keep going."

Winston S. Churchill

Plato

"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song."

Plato

J.K. Rowling

"It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default."

J.K. Rowling

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Scott Dunlop

Sometimes I am the angry indication of an accidental fire, blanketing the innocents around me.
Sometimes I am a jet stream, a memory of power, of surging to a destination.
Sometimes I am just a wisp, a series of horse tails flicking at the cool outer reaches of the atmosphere, remote.
Sometimes I am the big-bellied pregnant mother of the skies, threatening to break water over needy landscapes.
Sometimes, I am a gallery of surreal portraits, none remaining constant- I can’t stay still.
Sometimes I am the accessories drawer to the sun, my purples and pinks and oranges there to show off her beauty.
Sometimes I am a magician, with my pockets full of rainbows.
Sometimes I am an artist, my palette and my canvas full of blank promise.
Sometimes I like to lean on mountains for support- they never shift.
Sometimes I wait for the evening to descend, and in the morning, like an afterthought, I lift.
Sometimes I lift the hems of my cloak, to display my hoarded silver.
Sometimes I seem as full-bodied as the earth, and
Sometimes I am merely an echo of breath on a cool morning.
Sometimes I am as small as a man’s hand, cupped over the horizon, and
Sometimes I dominate, a shadow-parent adopting all of mankind.

Scott Dunlop

Re-posted with permission.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

A.S. Byatt

"Vocabularies are crossing circles and loops. We are defined by the lines we choose to cross or to be confined by."

A.S. Byatt

A.S. Byatt

" There are things that happen and leave no discernible trace, are not spoken or written of, though it would be very wrong to say that subsequent events go on indifferently, all the same, as though such things had never been."

A.S. Byatt

Lisa Kleypas

"The span of three or four minutes is pretty insignificant in the scheme of things. People lose hundreds of minutes everyday, squandering them on trivial things. But sometimes in those fragments of time, something can happen you'll remember the rest of your life."

Lisa Kleypas

George Washington

"The turning points of lives are not the great moments. The real crises are often concealed in occurrences so trivial in appearance that they pass unobserved."

George Washington

Sarah Dunn

"There was a guy roasting chestnuts on the street corner, and the smell wafted over, hinting at the coming winter, but in a good way, in the way that makes you think about Christmas and snow days and fires crackling away in fireplaces."

Sarah Dunn

Sarah Dunn (Secrets to Happiness: A Novel)

"She never got a chance to fall out of love, to do it properly, slowly and thoroughly, and the result was he was like a phantom limb. Gone but still there. And like a true phantom limb, the preponderance of feelings associated with him were painful.

Sarah Dunn (Secrets to Happiness: A Novel)

St. Augustine

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

St. Augustine