"The world is made of patterns. The rings of a tree. The raindrops on the dusty ground. The path the sun follows from morning to dusk.”
― Kathi Appelt, The Underneath
― Kathi Appelt, The Underneath
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"The world is made of patterns. The rings of a tree. The raindrops on the dusty ground. The path the sun follows from morning to dusk.”
― Kathi Appelt, The Underneath
“When one person suffers from a delusion, it is called insanity. When many people suffer from a delusion it is called a Religion.”
― Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values
“Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand--and melting like a snowflake...”
― Sir Francis Bacon
“What does it mean to be born? After we die, will it be the same thing as it was before we were born? Or a different kind of nothingness? Because there might be knowledge then. Memory.”
― Joyce Carol Oates “We work in the dark—we do what we can—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.”----Henry James
“I think that cars today are almost the exact equivalent of the great Gothic cathedrals; I mean the supreme creation of an era, conceived with passion by unknown artists, and consumed in image if not in usage by a whole population which appropriates them as a purely magical object.”
― Roland Barthes, Mythologies
Sharon>How do you know you can trust me?
Adama>I don't. That's what trust is.
“Truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have some edge to it--else it is none.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson
“It is through serendipitous encounters with objects and strangers that the world speaks to us but we have to be listening. By learning to be alert for clues, one is suddenly caught up in an exciting inner adventure.”
― Stephanie Rosenbloom, Alone Time: Four Seasons, Four Cities, and the Pleasures of Solitude
“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.”
― Stephen King, 'Salem's Lot |
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