Sunday, 27 April 2014

Oh no, and that's how summer passed oh your, great divide and range of green green grass oh, maybe it was peace at last, who knew

They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn’t enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.
Happiness Raymond Carver

Jigsaw falling into place so there is nothing to explain, you've got the light you can feel it on your back, a light you can feel it on your back


I saw her hand on the center console, I could have put my own hand on the center console and then our hands would have been in the same place at the same time - but I didn't

You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too—even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.
Mitch Albom,  Tuesdays with Morrie

Saturday, 19 April 2014

She had always wanted words, she loved them grew up on them, words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them. The Book Thief

I went to walk along the shore my darkness shaded all we saw

There is really nothing you must be
And there is nothing you must do
There is really nothing you must have
And there is nothing you must know
There is really nothing you must become

However. It helps to understand
that fire burns, and when it rains,
the earth gets wet...
Robert Fulghum
It was on fire when I lay down on it

Friday, 18 April 2014

There's a science to walking through windows, there's a science to walking through windows without you

All of my thoughts of you bullets through rock and through, come apart at the seams now I know what dying means, I am not my rosy self left my roses on my shelf, take the wild ones they're my favourites it's the side effects that save us.

Saturday, 12 April 2014

She was not a slowpoke grownup, she was a girl who could not wait, life was so interesting she had to find out what happened next

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand. Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them

I felt like I had proof that not all days are the same length, not all time has the same weight. Proof that there are worlds and worlds and worlds on top of worlds, if you want them to be there. Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home

Monday, 7 April 2014

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away

Then, while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the male fish jumped high into the air beside the boat to see where the female was and then went down deep, his lavender wings, that were his pectoral fins, spread wide and all his wide lavender stripes showing. He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed. That was the saddest thing I ever saw with them, the old man thought. Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea