Only those in tune with nature seem to pick up on the energy in wind. All sorts of things get swept off in the breeze — ghosts, pieces of soul, voices unsung, thoughts repressed, love uncherished, and a thousands galore of spiritual ether.
quotes
That dreadful moment
“Growing old… that dreadful moment when we first realize that we are ourselves no longer young. It is an extraordinary moment: pain, denial, rebellion, hopelessness. It arrives in many different ways. It used to come with spectacles — but nowadays the babe wears spectacles; sometimes it creeps upon us with a little stiffening of the joints; one does not run upstairs quite as lightly as one did. It may even reveal itself in the impatience that is felt because people do not speak quite as distinctly as they should — an impatience to which the younger generation rudely refers as deafness. These are gradual intimations that we are not as young as
“There are abrupt ones — especially there is the glance into the mirror some morning, after a sleepless night. Probably every woman over forty-five has known the start of astonishment and dismay that comes with that glance… The woman who has had this slight shock before breakfast glances at her looking-glass many times that day, and always with a growing comfort, for as the day passes things change; her face is more alert, her eyes brighten, her double chin is, somehow, firmer. No; it was only fatigue from a bad night;
—Margaret Deland, “The Wickedness of Growing Old,” 1905
Real life
“For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin — real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way. Something to be got through first, some unfinished business; time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life could begin. At last it had dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. I was always rolling these stones from my grave.”
—Bette Howland,
Onward
Stumbling over all those little moments of grief is just a part of moving forward.
There will always be goodness
Even when the future’s not certain, our hearts can still be certain — of love and happiness and all that’s good.
Holding it together
Gratitude is the glue that makes just about everything else stick.
Tipsy
Awake is vertical, asleep horizontal, and drunk is dizzyingly diagonal.
¡Peligro!
Evolution: one small step for man, one giant leap backward for mankind.
Down-mid-uptown
I’m a coffee is half-full kind of girl.
Everyone, everywhere
Hate less, live longer.
Blind cheerfulism
“At any rate, I remain cheerful — if only through some inner necessity. Cheerfulness will prevail. I believe it in my bones… While there is a chance of the world getting through its troubles I hold that a reasonable man has to behave as though he was sure of it. If at the end your cheerfulness is not justified, at any rate you will have been cheerful.”
—H. G. Wells, Apropos of Dolores, 1938
Blessomancy
Every day, spread the magical stardust of thankfulness into your life.
Common denominator
“We are all, in the course of a lifetime, a half dozen different people, bound together by memories of the same childhood.”
—Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com