Quote for Today: Liz Braswell
The fairy- again, Wendy assumed- was an angry tinkling ball of light with the prettiest girl imaginable inside. Diminutive but… solid, with a scandalous lack of decorous dress. All …
The fairy- again, Wendy assumed- was an angry tinkling ball of light with the prettiest girl imaginable inside. Diminutive but… solid, with a scandalous lack of decorous dress. All …
Her earliest memory was of wings. Luminous red and blue, yellow and green and orange; a black so rich it appeared liquid, edible. They moved above her and the sunlight …
I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallness that I am. Against the daily death the …
A bird is safe in its nest – but that is not what its wings are made for. ―Amit Ray, World Peace: The Voice of a Mountain Bird Photo …
I am a rainworm, buried deep Among the oozing, slimy things, Yet of an eagle’s nest I dream, And eagle’s wings. —Isaac Leib Peretz, “I am a rainworm”, translated by J. Robbins …
We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted …
The mockingbird took a single step into the air and dropped. His wings were still folded against his sides as though he were singing from a limb and not falling, …
“Farewell,” they cried, “Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!” That is the polite thing to say among eagles. “May the wind under your wings …
…listening with absorbed attention more to her voice than to what she was saying, and thinking how like she was, flowering through her voice into beauty in the darkness, to …
Within all of us is a varying amount of space lint and star dust, the residue from our creation. Most are too busy to notice it, and it is stronger …
