Quote of the day

[Magical Realist]

"There is a particular kind of afternoon sun that exists only in autumn. A golden light drapes itself over the world of that hour. It falls through the afternoon sky, fine and faint as a swirl of cigarette smoke caught in the wind, nearly transparent. So sweet, that light, insisting softly, goldly against the windows.”
― Ayana Mathis, The Twelve Tribes of Hattie

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[Leigha]

''Do not let your happiness depend on something you may lose.'' - C.S. Lewis

[Magical Realist]

“Heathen, n. A benighted creature who has the folly to worship something he can see and feel.”
― Ambrose Bierce, The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary

[Magical Realist]

“Rain"
Oh amiable rain
Washer of trees
and roofs
who has prepared them
for
the pink ray
of evening"
("Poems")”
― Charlotte Gardelle, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

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“Henceforth space by itself, and time by itself, are doomed to fade away into mere shadows and only a kind of union of the two will preserve independent reality.”---Hermann Minkowski

[Leigha]

''There is no denying the wild horse in us.'' - Virginia Woolf

[Magical Realist]

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[Magical Realist]

"This, to me, is the ultimately heroic trait of ordinary people; they say no to the tyrant and they calmly take the consequences of this resistance."---Philip K. Dick

[Leigha]

''You have played. (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of. And are a little tired, now; tired of things that break, and --- Just tired. So am I." - E.E. Cummings (from the poem, You are Tired, I Think)

[Magical Realist]

“Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four. The clouds were high and the swallows would be here for another month or so before they left for the south before they returned again next summer.”
― Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories

[Leigha]

''Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.'' - Emily Bronte