Motherhood is the strangest thing,
it can be like being one’s own Trojan horse.
Rebecca West, Rebecca West: A Life
Motherhood is the strangest thing,
it can be like being one’s own Trojan horse.
Rebecca West, Rebecca West: A Life
The art of living
is to enjoy what we can see
and not complain about what remains in the dark.
Henri Nouwen, The Dance of Life
The problem in our country isn't with books being banned, but with people no longer reading.
Look at the magazines, the newspapers around us – it's all junk, all trash, tidbits of news.
The average TV ad has 120 images a minute. Everything just falls off your mind. …
You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.
Ray Bradbury, Bradbury Still Believes in Heat of ‘Fahrenheit 451’ Seattle Times interview
Try to be one of the people on whom nothing is lost!
Henry James, The Art of Fiction
You can do very little with faith,
but you can do nothing without it.
Samuel Butler, Life and Habit
Our high school principal wagged his finger
over two manila folders
lying on his desk, labeled with our names—
my boyfriend and me—
called to his office for skipping school.
The day before, we ditched Latin and world history
to chase shadows of clouds on a motorcycle.
We roared down rolling asphalt roads
through the Missouri River bottoms
beyond town, our heads emptied
of review tests and future plans.
We stopped on a dirt lane to hear
a meadowlark’s liquid song, smell
heart-break blossom of wild plum.
Beyond leaning fence posts and barbwire,
a tractor drew straight lines across the field
unfurling its cape of blackbirds.
Now forty years after that geography lesson
in spring, I remember the principal’s words.
How right he was in saying:
This will be part of
your permanent record.
Margaret Hasse
We've got no money, so we've got to think.
Ernest Rutherford, Quips, Quotes, and Quanta : An Anecdotal History of Physics
As long as your heart is beating, you have a purpose.
God is intentional, so He does not keep anyone on Earth that doesn’t have to be here;
if we are blessed with more life, it is because someone in the world needs us.
If we are alive, it means that what we were sent to this Earth to create has not yet been accomplished.
A. Helwa, Secrets of Divine Love: A Spiritual Journey into the Heart of Islam
When I get old, I’ll quit.
I really feel that if you don’t keep your mind and body busy, then why are you here?
Jean Bailey, 103 year old resident of Elk Ridge Village Senior Living in Omaha, Nebraska,
who teaches a fitness class for other residents four times a week. Washington Post
One very important key to maintaining our daily sanity
is a simple scheduling tactic I call Putting Things the Hell Off.
Ian Frazier, The Cursing Mommy's Book of Days
Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.
I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.
Pablo Neruda, Juegas Todos las DÃas (Every Day You Play)
When I feed the hungry, they call me a saint.
When I ask why people are hungry, they call me a Communist.
Dom Helder Camara, Archbishop-Emeritus of Olinda e Recife, Brazil
The way the dog trots out the front door
every morning
without a hat or an umbrella,
without any money
or the keys to her doghouse
never fails to fill the saucer of my heart
with milky admiration.
Who provides a finer example
of a life without encumbrance—
Thoreau in his curtainless hut
with a single plate, a single spoon?
Gandhi with his staff and his holy diapers?
Off she goes into the material world
with nothing but her brown coat
and her modest blue collar,
following only her wet nose,
the twin portals of her steady breathing,
followed only by the plume of her tail.
If only she did not shove the cat aside
every morning
and eat all his food
what a model of self-containment she
would be,
what a paragon of earthly detachment.
If only she were not so eager
for a rub behind the ears,
so acrobatic in her welcomes,
if only I were not her god.
Billy Collins
Irish singer-songwriter Bono, interview with Larry King on CNN
In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular.
Kathleen Norris, Dakota: A Spiritual Geography
Thornton Wilder, The Ides Of March
The admirable number pi:
three point one four one.
All the following digits are also initial,
five nine two because it never ends.
It can't be comprehended six five three five at a glance.
eight nine by calculation,
seven nine or imagination,
not even three two three eight by wit, that is, by comparison
four six to anything else
two six four three in the world.
The longest snake on earth calls it quits at aboutforty feet.
Likewise, snakes of myth and legend, though they may hold out a bit longer.
The pageant of digits comprising the number pi
doesn't stop at the page's edge.
It goes on across the table, through the air,
over a wall, a leaf, a bird's nest, clouds, straight into the sky,
through all the bottomless, bloated heavens.
Oh how brief -- a mouse tail, a pigtail -- is the tail of a comet!
How feeble the star's ray, bent by bumping up against space!
While here we have two three fifteen three hundred nineteen
my phone number your shirt size the year
nineteen hundred and seventy-three the sixth floor
the number of inhabitants sixty-five cents
hip measurement two fingers a charade, a code
in which we find hail to thee, blithe spirit, bird thou never wert
alongside ladies and gentlemen, no cause for alarm,
as well as heaven and earth shall pass away,
but not the number pi, oh no, nothing doing,
it keeps right on with its rather remarkable five,
its uncommonly fine eight,
its far from final seven,
nudging, as always, a sluggish eternity
to continue.
Wislawa Szymborska
Acting is the least mysterious of all crafts.
Whenever we want something from somebody
or when we want to hide something or pretend,
we're acting.
Most people do it all day long.
Marlon Brando, New York Times interview 2004
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.
Bob Dylan
In this world of lies, Truth is forced to fly like a scared white doe in the woodlands;
and only by cunning glimpses will she reveal herself,
as in Shakespeare and other masters of the great Art of Telling the Truth,
— even though it be covertly, and by snatches.
Herman Melville, Hawthorne and His Mosses
But what is the past?
Could it be, the firmness of the past is just illusion?
Could the past be a kaleidoscope, a pattern of images
that shift with each disturbance of a sudden breeze, a laugh, a thought?
And if the shift is everywhere, how would we know?
Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
Someday there will be girls and women
whose name will no longer mean the mere opposite of the male,
but something in itself,
something that makes one think not of any complement and limit,
but only life and reality: the female human being.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet