Quote for Today: Daphne DuMaurier
I wish there could have been an invention that bottled up a memory, like perfume, and it never faded, never got stale. Then whenever I wanted to, I could uncork …
I wish there could have been an invention that bottled up a memory, like perfume, and it never faded, never got stale. Then whenever I wanted to, I could uncork …
We scarcely know how much of our pleasure and interest in life comes to us through our eyes until we have to do without them; and part of that pleasure …
But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grow pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you. ―Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale …
I wanted to go on sitting there, not talking, not listening to the others, keeping the moment precious for all time, because we were peaceful all of us, we were …
But we modern demiurges are prolific copyists; we give few things souls of their own. Locomotives, with their close resemblance to beasts, may be the great exception; but in nearly …
As we grow we seem to go further and further away from that child which rests within. But there was no choice and so we wander beyond innocence, beyond …
You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We …
Kindness Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your …
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, …
Soul has been demoted to a new-age spiritual fantasy or a missionary’s booty, and nature has been treated, at best, as a postcard or a vacation backdrop or, more commonly, …
