Quote for Today: Virginia Woolf

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He sighed profoundly, and flung himself–there was a passion in his movements which deserves the word–on the earth at the foot of the oak tree. He loved, beneath all this summer transiency, to feel the earth’s spine beneath him; for such he took the hard root of the oak tree to be; or, for image followed image, it was the back of a great horse that he was riding; or the deck of a tumbling ship – it was anything indeed, so long as it was hard, for he felt the need of something which he could attach his floating heart to; the heart that tugged at his side; the heart that seemed filled with spiced and amorous gales every evening about this time when he walked out. To the oak tree he tied it and as he lay there, gradually the flutter in and about him stilled itself; the little leaves hung, the deer stopped; the pale summer clouds stayed; his limbs grew heavy on the ground; and he lay so still that by degrees the deer stopped nearer and the rooks wheeled round him and the swallows dipped and circled and the dragonflies shot past, as if all the fertility and amorous activity of a summer’s evening were woven web-like about his body.
Virginia Woolf, Orlando

Image by Regan Walsh with CCLicense

Quote for Today: Muriel Barbery

 

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In a split second of eternity, everything is changed, transfigured. A few bars of music, rising from an unfamiliar place, a touch of perfection in the flow of human dealings – I lean my head slowly to one side, reflect on the camellia on the moss on the temple, reflect on a cup of tea, while outside the wind is rustling foliage, the forward rush of life is crystalized in a brilliant jewel of a moment that knows neither projects nor future, human destiny is rescued from the pale succession of days, glows with light at last and, surpassing time, warms my tranquil heart.

Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
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Quote for Today: Sadegh Hedayat

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The sun, like a golden knife, was steadily paring away the edge of the shade beside the walls. The streets were enclosed between old, whitewashed walls. Everywhere were peace and stillness, as though all the elements were obeying the sacred law of calm and silence imposed by the blazing heat. It seemed as though mystery was everywhere and my lungs hardly dared to inhale the air.
Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl

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Quote for Today: Jeanette LeBlanc

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hold still. stay there. tease back the layers. you are in the space between your comfort zone and infinity. you want to hide. not be seen. not be open. not be vulnerable. but you have to. there are two ways to do this – soft and gentle or fast and hard. both will get you to the other side, if you let them.
Jeanette LeBlanc

 

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Celebrating 2015: A Meditation in Quotes

I thought I would try a new approach this year with my favorite quotes. This is always the most difficult list to compose, and, with the sheer number of quotes published in 2015, it was an even larger challenge than in the past. I decided on twenty of the three hundred and some odd posts and then arranged them in an order that provides an interesting flow. It isn’t exactly a story, but a meditation connected by themes and wordplay. I hope it is both meaningful and fun for you. Click on the author to read the quote. Love to you and yours in 2016!

Signe Pike

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Jorge Luis Borges

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W.B. Yeats

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Henry Beston

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Robert Francis

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Anthony Liccione

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Rainer Maria Rilke

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Dean Jackson

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Billie Holiday

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Ansul Noor

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John O’Donohue

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J.R.R. Tolkien

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Ray Bradbury

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A.A. Milne

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Tom Robbins

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W.B. Yeats

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Amelia Earhart

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Daphne du Maurier

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Sanober Khan

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Terry Pratchett

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Lake Scott Sunrise, Set 1: Cloudy Dawn over Lake Scott

 

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Early dawn. The sun is still struggling to get over the canyon rim, so the light is gentle, for now.

 

 

 

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The Moon, only a sliver, still rides high in the sky, so soon to be a memory.

 

 

 

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The clouds resist, but find themselves luminous, while a rosy glow draws sailing swans.

 

 

 

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The clouds are mesmerized by their own reflections, water gazing at water.

 

 

 

 

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All is drawn into a circle.

You can read more about my visit to Lake Scott here.

 

 

Quote for Today: Lawrence Durrell

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It is a pity indeed to travel and not get this essential sense of landscape values. You do not need a sixth sense for it. It is there if you just close your eyes and breathe softly through your nose; you will hear the whispered message, for all landscapes ask the same question in the same whisper. “I am watching you — are you watching yourself in me?”

Lawrence DurrellSpirit Of Place: Letters And Essays On Travel
Image by Katherine McDaniel, taken from the Beartooth Highway, Wyoming