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"There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls." (George Carlin)
Shutting the book and returning to her desk, she turned the words over in her head as the pencil twirled between her fingertips. On a full moon night such as this, it seemed to be true. The countryside, touched by the moonlight, was still. It was as though the night was holding its breath, waiting, like a bow poised above a stringed instrument, a conductor with his baton raised, the listener perched on the edge of a chair. The cool air was thick with expectation.
Yet no music would sound into the night. Instead, the moon simply paused in the blue-black sky, her light spreading deep into the corners of the night, illuminating loudly the secrets of women working quietly in private chambers. As the silver dial reached the height of its waxing, some blew out candles, some prayed or recited incantations, while others tossed their arms upward to embrace their celestial queen.
Smiling softly, her pencil touched the paper. On such a silent night, when the wolves have lost their voices, the women will sing with the moon.
~ Tracy
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Hid not your talents
They for use were made
What's a sun-dial
In the shade?
Ben Franklin
I came across this quote on someone's blog and love it. Great Photo.
Sunlight glared through the dirty windowpanes
Highlighting dust-covered books
on the sill
My thoughts were transferred to the books which, like the window, were not opened for years.
The illumination of the book covers
broke into my consciousness, prodding me to browse.
I opened the first and read the message, 'To Jim, with love, Aunt Ve, Xmas 1948.'
The book was 'I Married Adventure, by Osa Johnson with a zebra pattern cover. I remember reading the enthralling story of photographers Martin and Osa Johnson, pioneers and adventurers in the '20s, who chronicled their travels through the wilds of Africa and New Guinea (among other places) on film. My grandest 'discovery' was the sense of adventure that my aunt Ve instilled in me early in my life by this gift. I read a few chapters, looked at the photos, and put it back. Maybe the sunlight will strike the dusty covers again and some boy or girl will discover the adventurist in themselves.
"A man thinks that by using hard words he understands hard things." ~ Herman Melville
Speak from your heart
and you will find
a more accurate spokesman
for your mind.
Thesaurus' and dictionaries
do not wise men make,
but the deeds they have done
and the risks they take.
Have faith in yourself
believe you are strong
be honest to your ideals
and you can do no wrong.
In the disused storeroom
No one had entered
Decades the door had been locked
Father Rodriguez
Carefully inserted the key in the lock,
Turned it with an effort
Pushed open the heavy door.
It squeaked.
He pushed his way past the ancient habits and
Ceremonial robes.
It must be somewhere.
The sun caught his eye.
He shaded his eyes with his hand and looked up.
There it was, up on the windowsill,
Sunlight streaming on it.
Just what he needed.
What he had been looking for.
"There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls." (George Carlin)
Shutting the book and returning to her desk, she turned the words over in her head as the pencil twirled between her fingertips. On a full moon night such as this, it seemed to be true. The countryside, touched by the moonlight, was still. It was as though the night was holding its breath, waiting, like a bow poised above a stringed instrument, a conductor with his baton raised, the listener perched on the edge of a chair. The cool air was thick with expectation.
Yet no music would sound into the night. Instead, the moon simply paused in the blue-black sky, her light spreading deep into the corners of the night, illuminating loudly the secrets of women working quietly in private chambers. As the silver dial reached the height of its waxing, some blew out candles, some prayed or recited incantations, while others tossed their arms upward to embrace their celestial queen.
Smiling softly, her pencil touched the paper. On such a silent night, when the wolves have lost their voices, the women will sing with the moon.
I was walking by the display when the beautiful colors of this book caught my eye. The front cover displayed a mosaic of orange, yellow and reds; all blending into each other. The words I read said…”A Letter to My Daughter”.
Something stirred inside of me; a gently pulling of warmth and need. I picked up the book and looked it over. As I looked at the words on the back of the cover, I realized that this book was placed in my eyesight for a purpose.
Having lost my mother in August, I’d found myself lacking inside; even though my heart knew it was okay, I began to miss her. Finding this book, I felt as though it was a gift just for me.
Upon bringing it home, I began reading; hardly putting it down. One of the first quotes that touched my heart was this:
“I gave birth to one child, a son, but I have thousands of daughters. You are Black and White, Jewish and Muslim, Asian, Spanish speaking, Native Americans and Aleut. You are fat and thin and pretty and plain, gay and straight, educated and unlettered, and I am speaking to you all. Here is my offering to you.” ~ Maya Angelou
This book filled me up to overflowing with quotes and thoughts and love. It warmed my heart and soul. It was, as perfect as a gift could be, a gift for me in these days of finding myself as a motherless daughter.
Sarah, you spoke strength into my heart with your words :o).
- The wolf's eyes sparked green as if he were laughing deep inside. "Foolish boy," it snarled, "don't you know anything about Fantastica? It's the world of human fantasy... it is created in the mind of a human. Therefore it has no boundaries." ... "Why is Fantastica dying?" ... "People have begun to lose their hopes and forget their dreams and so the Nothing grows stronger... it's the emptiness that's left. - Michael Ende, The Neverending Story
"What shall we be today?"
The boy asked the empty space
"How about an Arabian rider
winning in a race!"
"No, you're right." He sighed and slumped,
"We've done that just last week.
Maybe we could be adventurers
with an ancient treasure to seek!"
"Or pirates on the search for gold
a-plundering we shall go!
Or perhaps we'd be better off as Knights
slaying dragons in the snow!"
The boy stared at the empty space
and felt sadness as never before.
His perfect friend once sat there
but the boy couldn't see him anymore.
Time had forced him to grow up,
dismissing dreams he had as a boy.
The loss of childlike wonder
and hope had left an empty void.
Now his mind was full of budgeting,
family fights, and looking for jobs.
as his imagination, lost and lonely,
sits in emptiness and sobs...
People with no dreams and hopes
are easy to control
Don't ever forget your childhood
because imagination conquers all!
"We're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." - Oscar Wilde
I've always loved this quote, it's so full of emotion. It's depressing and full of beauty and hope at the same time.
"When we learn our day to day lessons, we need to remember to incorporate our juvenile enthusiasm into forming the wisdom of experience"
Paulo Coelho
Paulo Coelho is one my favorite authors. Once I wrote him an e-mail asking some questions regarding the way he writes, the nature of writing itself, my love for writing and reading. It was a LONG e-mail I have to admit.
A few months later I recieved a small card, through the mail, signed by the author. The above words were written on it...
I like these words because I see in them something that I try not to lose in my journey through life. I see...hope.
I keep this card in a book. Once in a while I open that book, read the card, put it back and try to remember the message behind the words. Then I get on with my life, forget all about the message, get carried away, make mistakes, open the book again, read the message and...the cycle of life continues!
"For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin', and death be all that we can rightly depend on."
Dracula by Bram Stoker
When I was younger, I would catch myself wishing my time away. "I can't wait until it is Christmas time." "I can't wait until my birthday." "I can't wait until I'm grown up."
As I've gotten older, I have learned to take days one at a time. It is more important to enjoy what is right in front of me instead of waiting for a future event.
As my granny used to say, "Nothing is sure but death and taxes." This is very similar to my favorite quote by Bram Stoker.
What about you?
Would you live
Life and just
Be with me
If the two, the
We were given everything?
Had you figured
No dangers, having
Courage and stranger,
To me to accept and
Attempt honestly,
Anything.
Sarah- thank you, you are always so inspiring!
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This is a card I love (there's a picture of a sleeping baby on it):
"Someday, he'll be a big-time movie star or a fifth-grade English teacher,
Someday, he'll marry, have a few kids.
Maybe he won't.
Someday, he'll change the world as we know it.
Or maybe he'll travel, send postcards from China, phone you from Paris.
Someday, he's going to be a big, strong man able to carry you in his arms.
One day, he'll have his own hopes and dreams,
not knowing that once upon a quiet time,
you closed your eyes and made a wish to one day have him in your life."
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(Haiku)
The hopes and dreams I
Have for you, become my quest
To teach what I know
"Wherever you go, go with all your heart." Confucious
I don't have a creative idea (I should be doing homework!) but I was just thinking of this quote since I have it on my wall and was rearranging. It was the quote on my page-a-day calendar on the day I graduated high school. It's always inspired me and seemed especially fitting on that day.
"Worry is like a rocking chair: it gives you something to do, but doesn't get you anywhere"
-- Erma Bombeck, God's Little Devotional Book For Mothers
Mother, can you hear me?
Worry is sending you to an early grave.
Mother, can you hear me?
Sorry but I'm so tired of being brave.
Mother, just let fear be!
Nothing can change what the coming days will bring.
Mother, just let fear be!
Sometimes caged birds must be freed before they'll sing.
- For my mother, High Queen Of The Worry Warts
THE ARTIST
To avoid lifelong obscurity
She creates art with such purity
She draws and paints, creates pure joys,
While there is nothing she destroys,
Except for her fiscal security.
Limerick inspired by the quotation:
“My first thought about art, as a child, was that the artist brings something into the world that didn’t exist before, and that he does it without destroying something else. A kind of refutation of the conservation of matter. That still seems to me its central magic, its core of joy.” ---John Updike
"To light a candle
is to cast a shadow"
~Ursula K. LeGuin
A book for ages
Unopened
A story for generations
Unread
A life for lives
Untold of
But could the knowledge
This book holds
The words
A busy world
Never had time to read
Have saved it?
Or would it only
Have made things worse?
For men are apt to believe
That which they choose to believe
And perhaps all the words in the world
Couldn't have made a difference
Oh if only we could know
If the flame of our candle
Would burn bright enough
To frighten away the shadow
Or will we always wander
In darkness
Always wondering
Why no one else
Is brave enough
To light the candle for us?
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