“
She awaits the rain like a writer embraces metaphors,
A drizzle isn't for the child who dances in the storm.
Of rain that washes away the petrichor it brings,
A downpour of a hail of bullets, and she calls it spring.
”
”
Sanhita Baruah (The Farewell and other poems)
“
First love is like a revolution; the uniformly regular routine of ordered life is broken down and shattered in one instant; youth mounts the barricade, waves high its bright flag, and whatever awaits it in the future - death or a new life - all alike it goes to meet with ecstatic welcome.
”
”
Ivan Turgenev (Spring Torrents)
“
There is nothing in the world so patient as a plant awaiting spring.
”
”
T. Kingfisher (The Raven and the Reindeer)
“
Everything is gestation and then bringing forth. To let each impression and each germ of feeling come to completion wholly in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one's own intelligence, and await with deep humility and patience the birth-hour of a new clarity: that alone is living the artist's life, in understanding and in creating. There is no measuring in time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer.
”
”
Rainer Maria Rilke
“
Ah how much easier to to bear and understand pain than that promise of spring’s frigid and liquid joy. And with such modesty she was awaiting it: the poignancy of goodness.
”
”
Clarice Lispector (An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures)
“
Aurora took a deep breath.
There it was, she thought, the reason behind all the madness. Why society was acrumble; why she and everyone else were on the brink of starvation. Humanity’s inevitable ending. The Darkspread. The Close. There, in the Golden Dragon’s dark underbelly was where all the maps stopped.
‘Two days from now, the Dark will cover the world,’ she said pensively, trying not to think what horrific sight awaited her behind the spring-loaded door, ‘and the Neon God shall rule over darkness.
”
”
Louise Blackwick (5 Stars)
“
My Heart Is a Holy Place
My heart is a holy place
Wiser and holier than I know it to be
Wiser than my lips can speak
A spring of mystery and grace.
You have created my heart
And have filled it with things of wonder.
You have sculpted it, shaped it with your hands
Touched it with your breath.
In its own season it reveals itself to me.
It shows me rivers of gold
Flowing in elegance
And hidden paths of infinite beauty.
You touch me with your stillness as I await its time.
You have made it a dwelling place of richness and intricacies
Of wisdom beyond my understanding
Of grace and mysteries, from your hands.
”
”
Patricia Van Ness
“
Here with Her
When we are on the verge of Spring
I await the blooming of flowers
And wonder who needs to leave this place
To find heaven. I bring flowers to her,
For no reason and for every reason,
And put them in a vase so she knows
that I have found heaven here with her.
”
”
Eric Overby (Journey)
“
You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link.
This is but half the truth.
You are also as strong as your strongest link.
To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of ocean by the frailty of its foam.
To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.
Aye, you are like an ocean,
And though heavy-grounded ships await the tide upon your shores, yet, even like an ocean, you cannot hasten your tides.
And like the seasons you are also,
And though in your winter you deny your spring,
Yet spring, reposing within you, smiles in her drowsiness and is not offended.
”
”
Kahlil Gibran (The Prophet)
“
Blackburn imagines fields asleep beneath a veil of snow. Awaiting spring, awaiting him too, because he will be there, standing firm on broken ground to witness life rising into the light.
”
”
Ron Rash (The Caretaker)
“
It was strange to find that love does not spring from abundance and richness of the ego, but is a way out of inner distress and poverty. We were surprised to discover that our first love is not directed either to another person or to ourselves, but to an imaginary ideal ego, to an image of ourselves as we would like to be. There are stranger discoveries awaiting us the more deeply we grope in the dark and the further we intrude into the secret places of the human heart.
”
”
Theodor Reik (Of love and lust; on the psychoanalysis of romantic and sexual emotions; from the works of Theodor Reik)
“
Such places exist among the endless abodes of every major city, places that seem to be sanctuaries from the present, immune to the hustle and bustle, the sound and fury that in the end change nothing. Like long unopened books sitting upon dusty shelves, there exist people filled with knowledge that has somehow been saved from extinction. But buried as they are by time, there abides in them yet a seed awaiting the proper condition for germination. There is some process that occurs in dormancy, some subtle shifting of the fabric of reality that science has yet to discover. From such forgotten places as these occasionally springs, in some unseen future, a gigantic oak whose day has come.
”
”
James Rozoff
“
Many people are miserable because they think that occasional destructive feelings necessarily make them terrible persons. But just as Aristotle maintained, “One swallow does not make a spring,” we must understand that one or two or even a dozen unadmirable traits does not make an unadmirable person. Long ago Edmund Burke warned humanity about the danger of false generalization in society; of judging a whole race by a few undesirable members. Today we should likewise become aware of the generalization about our individual personality. A splendid freedom awaits us when we realize that we need not feel like moral lepers or emotional pariahs because we have some aggressive, hostile feeling s towards ourselves and others. When we acknowledge these feelings we no longer have to pretend to be that which we are not. It is enough to be what we are! We discover that rigid pride is actually the supreme foe of inner victory, while flexible humility, the kind of humility that appears when we do not demand the impossible or the angelic of ourselves, is the great ally of psychic peace.
”
”
Joshua Loth Liebman (Peace of Mind: Insights on Human Nature That Can Change Your Life)
“
Spacious and splendid, like a stage again awaiting a drama, it was a scene she might people, by the press of her spring, either with serenities and dignities and decencies, or with terrors and shames and ruins, things as ugly as those formless fragments of her golden bowl she was trying so hard to pick up.
”
”
Henry James (The Golden Bowl)
“
It was a time of hope – a time to shine. The best moment of my life awaited me, with the most loved person calling me to meet her. It was spring in November – it was a blossom in desolation. It was the month of my exams – and exams led to glory. It was the last few days with the best of friends before departing to chase our own dreams. It was the season of jackets and sweaters. And those meant warmth and protection and love. And I stood, with an evening of November promising to be something truly special.
”
”
Tshetrim Tharchen (A Play of the Cosmos: Script of the Stars)
“
As Spring rain softens the Earth with surprise
May your Winter places be kissed by light.
As the ocean dreams to the joy of dance
May the grace of change bring you elegance.
As day anchors a tree in light and wind
May your outer life grow from peace within.
As twilight fills night with bright horizons
May Beauty await you at home beyond.
”
”
John O'Donohue
“
The spring is like some harlot feigning sensuality. It is not until the fall when the year gets down to its real business. I always await the Harvest Moon with enormous anticipation.
”
”
Alan Russell (Guardians of the Night (Gideon and Sirius, #2))
“
Brayen had wanted to go out Saturday, but that was the day I'd promised to drive Adrian to San Diego. Brayden compromised on breakfast, catching me before I hit the road, and we went out to a restaurant adjacent to one of Palm Springs' many lush golf resorts. Although I had long since offered to pull my share, Brayden continued picking up the bills and doing all the driving. As he pulled up in front of my dorm to drop me off afterward, I saw a surprising and not entirely welcome sight awaiting me: Adrian sitting outside on a bench, looking bored.
”
”
Richelle Mead (The Golden Lily (Bloodlines, #2))
“
I am capable of all the passions, for I bear them all within me. Like a tamer of wild beasts, I keep them caged and lassoed, but I sometimes hear them growling. I have stifled more than one nascent love. Why? Because with that prophetic certainty which belongs to moral intuition, I felt it lacking in true life, and less durable than myself. I choked it down in the name of the supreme affection to come. The loves of sense, of imagination, of sentiment, I have seen through and rejected them all; I sought the love which springs from the central profundities of being. And I still believe in it. I will have none of those passions of straw which dazzle, burn up, and wither; I invoke, I await, and I hope for the love which is great, pure and earnest, which lives and works in all the fibers and through all the powers of the soul. And even if I go lonely to the end, I would rather my hope and my dream died with me, than that my soul should content itself with any meaner union.
”
”
Henri-Frédéric Amiel
“
A chill penetrating wail of outrage screamed up from the depts of the Abyss. So loud and horrifying was it that all the citizens of Palanthas woke shruddering from even the deepest sleep and lay in their beds, paralyzed by fear, waiting for the end of the world. The guards on the the city walls could move neither hand nor foot. Shutting their eyes, they cowered in shadows, awaiting death. Babies wimpered in fear, dogs cringed and slunk beneath beds, cat's eyes gleamed.
The shriek sounded again, and a pale hand reached out from the Tower gates. A ghastly face, twisted in fury, floated in the dank air.
Raistlin did not move.
The hand drew near, the face promised him tortures of the Abyss, where he would be dragged for his great folly in daring the curse of the Tower. The skeletal hand touched Raistlin's heart. Then, trembling, it halted.
'Know this,' said Raistlin calmly, looking up at the Tower, pitching his voice so that it could be heard by those within. 'I am the master of the past and the present! My coming was foretold. For me, the gates will open.'
The skeletal hand shrank back and, with a slow sweeping motion of invitation, parted the darkness. The gates swung open upon silent hinges.
Raistlin passed through them without a glance at the hand or the pale visage that was lowered in reverence. As he entered, all the black and shapeless, dark and shadowy things dwelling within the Tower bowed in homage.
Then Raistlin stopped and looked around him.
'I am home,' he said.
”
”
Margaret Weis (Dragons of Spring Dawning (Dragonlance: Chronicles, #3))
“
It's a beautifully beautiful day.
A moment to reflect on the beautiful truth that a heart is like a garden.
With Roses of Happiness, there would be thorns of pain, with Sunflowers of Joy, there would be weeds of dismay, with colours of Sunshine there would be covers of cloud, after all that's what makes a beautiful garden, a garden that thrives and breathes in all seasons with every hue of Life, every emotion that makes our heart alive in tears and smiles, feeling all the numbness of Life yet warming up to the possibility of a new day as the fallen leaves make way for the new ones, as the bee hums along a bud to see a blossoming rose no matter the thorns, no matter the waves of Life.
It is a beautifully beautiful day, and I am happy to be alive.
Alive to the possibility of a new day, a tomorrow where a whole new garden of new experiences awaits.
To the Hope of Spring.
Love & Light, always
- Debatrayee
”
”
Debatrayee Banerjee
“
After a while, however, the desire to write begins to mount. I can feel my material building up within me, like spring melt pressing against a dam. Then one day (in a best-case scenario), when I can’t take that pressure anymore, I sit down at my desk and start to write. Worry about journal editors impatiently awaiting a promised manuscript never enters the picture. I don’t make promises, so I don’t have deadlines. As a result, writer’s block and I are strangers to each other. As you might expect, that makes my life much happier. It must be terribly stressful for a writer to be put in the position of having to write when he doesn’t feel like it. (Could I be wrong? Do most writers actually thrive on that kind of stress?)
”
”
Haruki Murakami (Novelist as a Vocation)
“
Three postcards await our perusal, yea, three visions of a world.
One: I see a theme park where there are lots of rides, but there is nobody who can control them and nobody who knows how the rides end. Grief counseling, however, is included in the price of admission.
Two: I see an accident. An explosion of some kind inhabited by happenstantial life forms. A milk spill gone bacterial, only with more flame. It has no meaning or purpose or master. It simply is.
Three: I see a stage, a world where every scene is crafted. Where men act out their lives within a tapestry, where meaning and beauty exist, where right and wrong are more than imagined constructs. There is evil. There is darkness. There is the Winter of tragedy, every life ending, churned back into the soil. But the tragedy leads to Spring. The story does not end in frozen death. The fields are sown in grief. The harvest will be reaped in joy. I see a Master's painting. I listen to a Master's prose. When darkness falls on me, when I stand on my corner of the stage and hear my cue, when I know my final scene has come and I must exit, I will go into the ground like corn, waiting for the Son.
”
”
N.D. Wilson (Notes From The Tilt-A-Whirl: Wide-Eyed Wonder in God's Spoken World)
“
I. IN WINTER
Myself
Pale mornings, and
I rise.
Still Morning
Snow air--my fingers curl.
Awakening
New snow, O pine of dawn!
Winter Echo
Thin air! My mind is gone.
The Hunter
Run! In the magpie's shadow.
No Being
I, bent. Thin nights receding.
II. IN SPRING
Spring
I walk out the world's door.
May
Oh, evening in my hair!
Spring Rain
My doorframe smells of leaves.
Song
Why should I stop
for spring?
III. IN SUMMER AND AUTUMN
Sunrise
Pale bees! O whither now?
Fields
I did not pick
a flower.
At Evening
Like leaves my feet passed by.
Cool Nights
At night bare feet on flowers!
Sleep
Like winds my eyelids close.
The Aspen's Song
The summer holds me here.
The Walker
In dream my feet are still.
Blue Mountains
A deer walks that mountain.
God of Roads
I, peregrine of noon.
September
Faint gold! O think not here.
A Lady
She's sun on autumn leaves.
Alone
I saw day's shadow strike.
A Deer
The trees rose in the dawn.
Man in Desert
His feet run as eyes blink.
Desert
The tented autumn, gone!
The End
Dawn rose, and desert shrunk.
High Valleys
In sleep I filled these lands.
Awaiting Snow
The well of autumn--dry.
”
”
Yvor Winters (The Magpie's Shadow)
“
The penalty of death awaited me if I made a false move and I wondered if it was worth-while to make any move at all. The things that influenced my conduct as a Negro did not have to happen to me directly; I needed but to hear of them to feel their full effects in the deepest layers of my consciousness. Indeed, the white brutality that I had not seen was a more effective control of my behavior than that which I knew. The actual experience would have let me see the realistic outlines of what was really happening, but as long as it remained something terrible and yet remote, something whose horror and blood might descend upon me at any moment, I was compelled to give my entire imagination over to it, an act which blocked the springs of thought and feeling in me, creating a sense of distance between me and the wold in which I lived.
”
”
Richard Wright (Black Boy)
“
In the weeks leading up to his arrival by train in Pittsburgh, Alexander Berkman had been obsessed with the escalating drama at Homestead. He was living with his partner and lover, the anarchist Emma Goldman, in the New England factory town of Worcester, Massachusetts. By day the couple earned a living serving sandwiches and scooping ice cream in a small diner. By night, they made love and dreamed of revolution. By late spring, Homestead was looking like the harbinger they’d been waiting for. “To us,” Goldman said, “it sounded the awakening of the American worker, the long-awaited day of his resurrection.
”
”
James McGrath Morris (Revolution By Murder: Emma Goldman, Alexander Berkman, and the Plot to Kill Henry Clay Frick (Kindle Single))
“
On city harp strings ‘neath cotton ball clouds,
Pigeon to pigeon their stories they sing,
Wafting flocks gather in soft, cooing crowds;
Amid rush traffic, a prelude to spring,
One with their nature, harmony within,
Above street clatter, perched, resting their bones,
Primed for the vernal bounty to begin,
Soothing the clamor with light, dulcet tones;
Whiffs of smog-filled drafts like bellows pulse through,
Unfazed are they by our mad world of haste,
The calm bevy awaits winter’s adieu,
Unconsumed by thoughts of no time to waste,
Nature presides with unshakable pride,
The seasons shall turn with a feather’s glide.
”
”
Marie Helen Abramyan
“
Dear March,
most Awaited is your arrival,
You are the inspiration for revival!!
Winter’s farewell! Spring’s knocking…
Tiptoeing Beauty, elegance and new beginnings..
I leave my old behind, embrace myself afresh and new..
To step into a brand novel chapter and year of life’s hue..
Sunflowers turn their course towards sun..
Courage and magic enriches new vigour, initiatives are marked done..
You choose, you pick up the best, happy and grateful..
Why linger on with dented, stale and awful?
Your time and journey are solely yours..
Possess and empower them with open hearts and doors…
Power, blessings, happiness, Surety, agreements are waiting your hug.
Run and welcome them all, whisper aloud- Yes and find luck!!
-Dr Radhika Vijay (Originals)
”
”
Radhika Vijay
“
Universes are created; reach their extreme low point of materiality; and then begin their upward swing. Suns spring into being, and then their height of power being reached, the process of retrogression begins, and after aeons they become dead masses of matter, awaiting another impulse which starts again their inner energies into activity and a new solar life cycle is begun. And thus it is with all the worlds; they are born, grow and die; only to be reborn. And thus it is with all the things of shape and form; they swing from action to reaction; from birth to death; from activity to inactivity and then back again. Thus it is with all living things; they are born, grow, and die — and then are reborn. So it is with all great movements, philosophies, creeds, fashions, governments, nations, and all else — birth, growth, maturity, decadence, death — and then new-birth. The swing of the pendulum is ever in evidence.
”
”
Three Initiates (Kybalion: A Study of the Hermetic Philosophy of Ancient Egypt and Greece)
“
It was an afternoon of premature spring. Water was drying on the walks and in the Park little girls were gravely wheeling white doll-buggies up and down under the thin trees while behind them followed bored nursery-maids in two’s, discussing with each other those tremendous secrets that are peculiar to nursery-maids. Two o’clock by her little gold watch. She should have a new watch, one made in a platinum oblong and incrusted with diamonds—but those cost even more than squirrel coats and of course they were out of her reach now, like everything else—unless perhaps the right letter was awaiting her . . . in about an hour . . . fifty-eight minutes exactly. Ten to get there left forty-eight . . . forty-seven now. . . . Little girls soberly wheeling their buggies along the damp sunny walks. The nursery-maids chattering in pairs about their inscrutable secrets. Here and there a raggedy man seated upon newspapers spread on a drying bench, related not to the radiant and delightful afternoon but to the dirty snow that slept exhausted in obscure corners, waiting for extermination. . .
”
”
F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Beautiful and Damned)
“
One night, I sat Beauty on my knee. —And I found her bitter. —And I hurt her.
I took arms against justice.
I fled, entrusting my treasure to you, o witches, o misery, o hate.
I snuffed any hint of human hope from my consciousness. I made the muffled leap of a wild beast onto any hint of joy, to strangle it.
Dying, I called out to my executioners so I could bite the butts of their rifles. I called plagues to suffocate me with sand, blood. Misfortune was my god. I wallowed in the mud. I withered in criminal air. And I even tricked madness more than once.
And spring gave me an idiot’s unbearable laughter.
Just now, having nearly reached death’s door, I even considered seeking the key to the old feast, through which, perhaps, I might regain my appetite.
[...] “A hyena you’ll remain, etc.… ” cries the demon that crowns me with merry poppies. “Make for death with every appetite intact, with your egotism, and every capital sin.”
Ah. It seems I have too many already: —But, dear Satan, I beg you not to look at me that way, and while you await a few belated cowardices—you who so appreciate a writer’s inability to describe or inform—I’ll tear a few terrible leaves from my book of the damned.
”
”
Arthur Rimbaud (A Season in Hell & Illuminations)
“
I. The Burial of the Dead
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
[...]
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you,
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
[...]
Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
[...]
II. A Game of Chess
[...]
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
III. The Fire Sermon
[...]
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
[...]
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
[...]
I Tiresias, old man with dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
[...]
IV. Death by Water
[...]
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
[...]
V. What the Thunder Said
[...]
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
”
”
T.S. Eliot (The Waste Land)
“
Contempt for causes, for consequences and for reality. Whenever an evil chance event a sudden storm or a crop failure or a plague strikes a community, the suspicion is aroused that custom has been offended in some way or that new practices now have to be devised to propitiate a new demonic power and caprice. This species of suspicion and reflection is thus a direct avoidance of any investigation of the real natural causes of the phenomenon: it takes the demonic cause for granted. This is one spring of the perversity of the human intellect which we have inherited: and the other spring arises close beside it, in that the real natural consequences of an action are, equally on principle, accorded far less attention than the supernatural (the so-called punishments and mercies administered by the divinity). Certain ablutions are, for example, prescribed at certain times: one bathes, not so as to get clean, but because it is prescribed. One learns to avoid, not the real consequences of uncleanliness, but the supposed displeasure of the gods at the neglect of an ablution. Under the pressure of superstitious fear one suspects there must be very much more to this washing away of uncleanliness, one interprets a second and third meaning into it, one spoils one's sense for reality and one's pleasure in it, and in the end accords reality a value only insofar as it is capable of being a symbol. Thus, under the spell of the morality of custom, man despises first the causes, secondly the consequences, thirdly reality, and weaves all his higher feelings (of reverence, of sublimity, of pride, of gratitude, of love) into an imaginary world: the so-called higher world. And the consequences are perceptible even today: wherever a man's feelings are exalted, that imaginary world is involved in some way. It is a sad fact, but for the moment the man of science has to be suspicious of all higher feelings, so greatly are they nourished by delusion and nonsense. It is not that they are thus in themselves, or must always remain thus: but of all the gradual purifications awaiting mankind, the purification of the higher feelings will certainly be one of the most gradual.
”
”
Friedrich Nietzsche (Daybreak: Thoughts on the Prejudices of Morality)
“
THE RETURN OF THE GODS Like a white bird upon the wind, the sail of the boat of Manannan mac Lir (Pronounced Mananarn mak Leer), the Son of the Sea, flew across the sparkling waves filled with the breeze that blew Westward to the Islands of the Blessed. The Sun Goddess above him smiled down with warmth upon her friend. The fish in the ocean danced for him beneath the turquoise water; the porpoises leapt above the waves to greet him. Upon the wind was a smell of sweetness, the smell of apple blossom in the Spring of the morning of the world. And in the prow of the boat sat Lugh (Pronounced Loo) the long-armed; strumming on his harp, he sang the Song of Creation. And as they drew closer to the green hills of Ireland, the holy land of Ireland, the Shee came out of their earth-barrow homes and danced for joy beneath the Sun. For hidden in a crane-skin sack at the bottom of the boat was the Holy Cup of Blessedness. Long had been her journeying through lands strange and far. And all who drank of that Cup, dreamed the dreams of holy truth, and drank of the Wine of everlasting life. And deep within the woods, in a green-clad clearing, where the purple anemone and the white campion bloomed, where primroses still lingered on the shadowed Northern side, a great stag lifted up his antlered head and sniffed the morning. His antlers seven-forked spoke of mighty battles fought and won, red was his coat, the colour of fire, and he trotted out of his greenwood home, hearing on the wind the song of Lugh. And in her deep barrow home, the green clad Goddess of Erin, remembered the tongue that she had forgotten. She remembered the secrets of the weaving of spells, She remembered the tides of woman and the ebb and flow of wave and Moon. She remembered the people who had turned to other Gods and coming out of her barrow of sleep, her sweet voice echoed the verses of Lugh and the chorus of Manannan. And the great stag of the morning came across the fields to her and where had stood the Goddess now stood a white hind. And the love of the God was returned by the Goddess and the larks of Anghus mac Og hovering above the field echoed with ecstasy the Song of Creation. And in the villages and towns the people came out of their houses, hearing the sweet singing and seeking its source. And children danced in the streets with delight. And they went down to the shore, the Eastern shore, where rises the Sun of the Morning, and awaited the coming of Manannan and Lugh, the mast of their boat shining gold in the Sun. The sea had spoken, the Eastern dawn had given up her secret, the Gods were returning, the Old Ones awakening, joy was returning unto the sleeping land.
”
”
Sarah Owen (Paganism: A Beginners Guide to Paganism)
“
Familiar songbirds reappear, perched high above the stark white landscape in those final frigid days of February and March. Their long-awaited songs announce a return to sunny days, with nights still cold enough to freeze in that delicate balance of those elusive few weeks when the sap will run.
”
”
Arlene Stafford-Wilson (Lanark County Kitchen: A Maple Legacy from Tree to Table)
“
I remembered the choice awaiting travellers on arriving at the Underworld: to drink from the spring of Mnemosyne or from that of Lethe. And those who chose the former were awarded an eternity of peace and comfort, while those who wanted to forget – so as to be free of all memories of pains and terrors – were sent back to earth, so that they could learn again the lessons that sufferings bring.
”
”
Michael Jacobs (The Robber of Memories: A River Journey Through Colombia)
“
In Minnesota, they were seizing cars from every siding, from the Mesabi Range, from the ore mines of Paul Larkin where the cars had stood waiting for a dribble of iron. They were pouring wheat into ore cars, into coal cars, into boarded stock cars that went spilling thin gold trickles along the track as they clattered off. They were pouring wheat into passenger coaches, over seats, racks and fixtures, to send it off, to get it moving, even if it went moving into trackside ditches in the sudden crash of breaking springs, in the explosions set off by burning journal boxes. They fought for movement, for movement with no thought of destination, for movement as such, like a paralytic under a stroke, struggling in wild, stiff, incredulous jerks against the realization that movement was suddenly impossible. There were no other railroads: James Taggart had killed them; there were no boats on the Lakes: Paul Larkin had killed them. There was only the single line of rail and a net of neglected highways. The trucks and wagons of waiting farmers started trickling blindly down the roads, with no maps, no gas, no feed for horses—moving south, south toward the vision of flour mills awaiting them somewhere, with no knowledge of the distances ahead, but with the knowledge of death behind them—moving, to collapse on the roads, in the gullies, in the breaks of rotted bridges. One farmer was found, half a mile south of the wreck of his truck, lying dead in a ditch, face down, still clutching a sack of wheat on his shoulders. Then rain clouds burst over the prairies of Minnesota; the rain went eating the wheat into rot at the waiting railroad stations; it went hammering the piles spilled along the roads, washing gold kernels into the soil.
”
”
Ayn Rand (Atlas Shrugged)
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Let us examine first the psychological and legal position of the criminal. We see that in spite of the difficulty of finding other food, the accused, or, as we may say, my client, has often during his peculiar life exhibited signs of repentance, and of wishing to give up this clerical diet. Incontrovertible facts prove this assertion. He has eaten five or six children, a relatively insignificant number, no doubt, but remarkable enough from another point of view. It is manifest that, pricked by remorse—for my client is religious, in his way, and has a conscience, as I shall prove later—and desiring to extenuate his sin as far as possible, he has tried six times at least to substitute lay nourishment for clerical. That this was merely an experiment we can hardly doubt: for if it had been only a question of gastronomic variety, six would have been too few; why only six? Why not thirty? But if we regard it as an experiment, inspired by the fear of committing new sacrilege, then this number six becomes intelligible. Six attempts to calm his remorse, and the pricking of his conscience, would amply suffice, for these attempts could scarcely have been happy ones. In my humble opinion, a child is too small; I should say, not sufficient; which would result in four or five times more lay children than monks being required in a given time. The sin, lessened on the one hand, would therefore be increased on the other, in quantity, not in quality. Please understand, gentlemen, that in reasoning thus, I am taking the point of view which might have been taken by a criminal of the middle ages. As for myself, a man of the late nineteenth century, I, of course, should reason differently; I say so plainly, and therefore you need not jeer at me nor mock me, gentlemen. As for you, general, it is still more unbecoming on your part. In the second place, and giving my own personal opinion, a child’s flesh is not a satisfying diet; it is too insipid, too sweet; and the criminal, in making these experiments, could have satisfied neither his conscience nor his appetite. I am about to conclude, gentlemen; and my conclusion contains a reply to one of the most important questions of that day and of our own! This criminal ended at last by denouncing himself to the clergy, and giving himself up to justice. We cannot but ask, remembering the penal system of that day, and the tortures that awaited him—the wheel, the stake, the fire!—we cannot but ask, I repeat, what induced him to accuse himself of this crime? Why did he not simply stop short at the number sixty, and keep his secret until his last breath? Why could he not simply leave the monks alone, and go into the desert to repent? Or why not become a monk himself? That is where the puzzle comes in! There must have been something stronger than the stake or the fire, or even than the habits of twenty years! There must have been an idea more powerful than all the calamities and sorrows of this world, famine or torture, leprosy or plague—an idea which entered into the heart, directed and enlarged the springs of life, and made even that hell supportable to humanity! Show me a force, a power like that, in this our century of vices and railways!
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Fyodor Dostoevsky (The Idiot)
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Sixty degrees in the spring feels so different than sixty degrees in the fall. Perhaps knowing what awaits us makes all the difference.
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William Teets (Upside Down: One on the House)
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I wanted to kiss you,” she said as they waited for Sonnet to be brought out. “When I saw you this morning, whole and healthy. Did you want to kiss me?” In the bright morning sunshine, Louisa’s green eyes sparkled like spring grass wet with dew, and energy fairly crackled around her. And this magnificent, gorgeous woman—who was to be his wife—was confessing to a thwarted urge to kiss him. The grooms were busy in the stable, and the alley was deserted enough that Joseph could be honest. “I find, Louisa Windham-soon-to-be-Carrington, that I am constantly in readiness for your kisses. This state of affairs brings me back to boyhood Christmases, to the sense of excitement and… glee that hung over my holidays. As if delightful developments were always awaiting me.” He
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Grace Burrowes (Lady Louisa's Christmas Knight (The Duke's Daughters, #3; Windham, #6))
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15. Nature and her Lesson. Nature offers us nectar and ambrosia every day, and everywhere we go the rose and lily await us. "Spring visits us men," says Gu-do,[FN#277] "her mercy is great. Every blossom holds out the image of Tathagata." "What is the spiritual body of Buddha who is immortal and divine?" asked a man to Ta Lun (Dai-ryu), who instantly replied: "The flowers cover the mountain with golden brocade. The waters tinge the rivulets with heavenly blue." "Universe is the whole body of Tathagata; observed Do-gen. "The worlds in ten directions, the earth, grass, trees, walls, fences, tiles, pebbles-in a word, all the animated and inanimate objects partake of the Buddha-nature. Thereby, those who partake in the benefit of the Wind and Water that rise out of them are, all of them, helped by the mysterious influence of Buddha, and show forth Enlightenment."[FN#278]
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Kaiten Nukariya (The Religion of the Samurai A Study of Zen Philosophy and Discipline in China and Japan)
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Everything is gestation and bringing forth. To let each impression and each germ of a feeling come to completion wholly in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one’s own intelligence, and await with deep humility and patience the birth-hour of a new clarity: that alone is living the artist’s life. Being an artist means not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap, and stands confident in the storms of spring without the fear that after them may come no summer. It does come. But it comes only to the patient, who are there as though eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly still and wide. Rainer Maria Rilke
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Guy Claxton (Hare Brain, Tortoise Mind: How Intelligence Increases When You Think Less)
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Love withers but never dies. Its tendrils are embedded on fecund soil awaiting the nourishing spring to make it sprout once more.
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Yefon Isabelle
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April 11, they moved into an apartment in Coral Springs.Atta stayed in Florida, awaiting
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Anonymous
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Let us consider ourselves an exhausted traveler, panting for breath and parched with thirst, looking for a cool spring. At last, I see one, but it is on a high, steep rock. I thirst. The more I look at that spring, which would so refresh me as to enable me to continue my journey, the more I yearn to quench my increasing thirst. I will, cost what it may, reach that spring; and I make every effort, but all in vain. But, there is someone near, who seems to be awaiting my request for help, in order to help me. He even carries me in the steepest places, and after a few minutes, I am able to quench my thirst. In like manner, we can drink of the living waters of grace flowing from the Heart of Jesus.
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Jean-Baptiste Chautard (Spiritual Handbook for Catholic Evangelists)
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I have a lady as dear to me As the westward wind and shining sea, As breath of spring to the verdant lea, As lover's songs and young children's glee. Swiftly I pace thro' the hours of light, Finding no joy in the sunshine bright, Waiting 'till moon and far stars are white, Awaiting the hours of silent night. Swiftly I fly from the day's alarms, Too sudden desires, false joys and harms, Swiftly I fly to my loved one's charms, Praying the clasp of her perfect arms. Her eyes are wonderful, dark and deep, Her raven tresses a midnight steep, But, ah, she is hard to hold and keep— My lovely lady, my lady Sleep! Leolyn Louise Everett.
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Various (Sleep-Book Some of the Poetry of Slumber)
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Same time as every day, Fyl..." she fussed, the rest of the bridge crew seeming to hold their breaths. "TWELVE THIRTY!" came the chorus. The next hour dragged by, in about the same way as the hour before that. At twelve twenty-five, Commander Ortez found himself stepping out of an elevator into an equally mundane grey steel corridor on his way to the mess hall. Turning a corner, he met with a stream of crewmen milling around between shifts. Some off-duty personnel were lounging around in civvies, which consisted mostly of re-revamped 60's hippy fashions. Of all the places on the ship, the mess was the most spacious, (i.e.: it was a big mess.) The command officer’s balcony overhung the rest of the crew dining area. Ortez sat at his usual place, wincing as he remembered to get someone to fix the springs in his chair. An ensign, 3rd class dressed in chef’s white, served him with a plate of what either ended up feeding the chefs latest pet - or strangling it. Marnetti, Barnum and the sciences officer Commander Jaris Skotchdopole filed in, not necessarily in that order, and found seats. After a few bites, Marnetti -- who was the first officer and navigator, put up a hand and signalled a waiter. The lad approached fearfully, appreciating the highlight of his day.
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Christina Engela (Space Sucks!)
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In the spring of 1519, the Bishop of Coventry received word that certain families were teaching their children the Lord’s Prayer and the Ten Commandments in English. The bishop ordered the arrest of Mr. Hatchets, Mr. Archer, Mr. Hawkins, Mr. Bond, Mr. Wrigsham, Mr. Landsdale and Mrs. Smith. While they were held at an abbey outside of town, their children were brought to Greyfriar’s Monastery in Coventry. The boys and girls were made to stand before Friar Stafford, the abbot. One by one, Stafford interrogated the children about their parents’ beliefs. “Now then,” he told them, “I charge you in the name of God to tell me the whole truth—you shall suffer severely for any lies you tell or secrets you conceal.” “What do you believe about the church and the way to heaven?” he asked them. “Do you go to the services of the parish church? Do you read the Scriptures in English? Do you memorize the Lord’s Prayer or other Scriptures in English?” After getting from the children’s own lips the information he needed to convict their parents, he warned them. “Your parents are heretics!” he bellowed. “They have led you away from the teachings of the church. You are never to meddle again with the Lord’s Prayer or the Ten Commandments or any other Scriptures in English. And if you do—rest assured you will burn at the stake for it!” The next day, the six fathers and Mrs. Smith stood before a panel of judges that included the bishop and Friar Stafford. After presenting the evidence against them—and because the men had been warned before by the bishop not to persist in their Lollard ways—the men were condemned to death by burning. But since this was Mrs. Smith’s first offense, the court dismissed her with a warning not to teach her children the Scriptures in English anymore under pain of death. It was late in the evening when the court dismissed, so the bishop’s assistant decided to see Mrs. Smith home in the dark. As they walked out into the night, he took her arm to lead her across the street. Hearing the rattling of papers within her sleeve, he stopped and said, “Well, what do you have here?” He grabbed her arm, reached into the sleeve and pulled out a little scroll. Under the light of a lantern, he read it and found that it contained handwritten in English the Lord’s Prayer, the Ten Commandments and the Apostle’s Creed. “Well, well,” he said with a sneer. “Come now, this is as good a time as any!” He dragged her back again to the bishop. The panel quickly sentenced her to be burned with the six condemned men and sent her off to prison to await her fate. A few days later, guards led Mrs. Smith and the Lollard men to an open space in the center of Coventry known as Little Park. They tied them to a stake and burned them to death for the crime of teaching their children the Word of God in English.
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Richard M. Hannula (Radiant: Fifty Remarkable Women in Church History)
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There's so much more to life ....than longing for someone...or for a life ...you once thought would be yours....for let a divine longing fill your deeps....the longing to find the stars in your soul, the longing to discover that adventures await just when you think it is all over, the longing to relive life again for springtime has burst in your soul....O' Sojourner, fill your deeps with such a longing ....
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Jayita Bhattacharjee
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The dormouse was a jolly plump old fellow, clad in a rust-colored jerkin, his white beard curled and trimmed neatly. An infant mole, who could not sleep because of the onset of spring, sat beside him on a mossy beechlog in the orchard. Together they shared an early breakfast of oatcakes, hot from the kitchens, and two of last autumn’s russet apples. Dawn was touching the earth with its rosy paws, promising sunny spring days as a compensation for the long winter Redwall Abbey had endured. Soft white clouds with golden underbellies hung on the still air, dewdrops glistened on new green grass, budding narcissus and snowdrop awaited the coming of the sun-warmed day. The dormouse nodded sagely. “Soon be pickin’ a Nameday for this good season, aye, soon.” The small mole chewed slowly at his oatcake, wrinkling a black button snout as he gazed up at the elder. “You’m said you’m tell oi a story, zurr.
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Brian Jacques (Salamandastron (Redwall, #5))
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There is nothing," said the monarch, "except the power which you pretend to seek: power to grind and power to digest, power to seek and power to find, power to await and power to claim, all power and pitilessness springing from the nape of the neck."
"Thank you."
"Love is a trick played on us by the forces of evolution. Pleasure is the bait laid down by the same. There is only power. Power is of the individual mind, but the mind's power is not enough. Power of the body decides everything in the end, and only Might is Right.
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T.H. White (The Once and Future King (The Once and Future King, #1-5))
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There are a few things I love about the first week of February. There is Candlemas, or Saint Brigid’s Day, on the 2nd. Candlemas is the first cross-quarter day of the new year, midway between the Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox. I love Candlemas because before it was a Christian observance, it was a Pagan Holyday, the day to celebrate Brigid, the prominent female deity from the Tuatha De Danaan, the pre-Christian Gods of the Celts of Ireland. So pervasive was her worship, that the Christians couldn’t stop the Irish from honoring her, so they adopted her into their own mythology as St. Brigid. February 2nd is close to the end of winter, and Brigid, among other qualities, is the Goddess of the hearth. Celebrants light fires and candles to ward off the dregs of winter and await the coming spring. I have celebrated Candlemas over the years by organizing a candle dance event, where people would gather to learn a few simple folk dances done with candles in our hands. It is at once solemn, graceful, and joyful, as we hold onto the light and step towards spring. Another thing I love about the first week of February is the Superbowl. Yes, that’s right. People are complex, you see. We are creatures of both spirit and banality. We celebrate with ancient dance, and also gladiatorial contest.
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Bowen Swersey (Grace Coffin and the Badly-Sewn Corpse)
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My Spring and Your Eyes
After a long winter spell the Spring is here,
But without seeing it reflect through your eyes, for me it appears to be nowhere,
Everything, the buds of May, even the bright day seem to be glad,
But without you around my love, every surrounding and every corner looks so sad,
Million flowers await to bloom from every hopeful bud of Spring,
But to me, without you, nothing, no matter how beautiful does any joy bring,
The freshness of light green hue, covers everything, even the morning dew,
But I only think of you, even though the nature looks so beautiful and new,
The Spring has rescued everything from the veil of seemingly permanent gloom,
But I, my thoughts, and my joys wait for you, to be able to bloom,
In the distance I can hear the river flowing happily to meet the sea,
But I wait for my beautiful Spring that only through your eyes I can feel and see,
And I know the Spring is here and it surely has arrived,
But for me, the Spring bliss is incomplete unless from your senses it is derived,
To me the real Spring shall feel like you and be as beautiful as you,
But with you not here, maybe it is Spring time somewhere, but not here , not here, because this year it does not feel like you,
So I shall let them rejoice and say “the Spring is here!”
But for me as long as you are not here, it is Spring there but not here, not here!
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Javid Ahmad Tak (They Loved in 2075!)
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In early spring, as the pestilence was taking hold in Florence, Villani completed his history. After following Y. pestis from its origins to the present moment, the chronicler wrote, “And the plague lasted until . . .”—then put down his pen, apparently expecting to pick it up again after the disease had burned itself out. It was an uncharacteristic act of optimism on the old pessimist’s part, and, as it turned out, an unwarranted one.
Seven hundred years later, Villani’s last sentence still awaits completion.
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John Kelly (The Great Mortality: An Intimate History of the Black Death, the Most Devastating Plague of All Time)
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This witch belongs to air and has returned to the East. The wheel turns, and spring is over. This witch belongs to fire and has returned to the South. The wheel turns, and summer has flown. This witch belongs to water and has returned to the west. The wheel turns, and autumn passes. This witch belongs to Earth and has returned to the North. The wheel turns, and the winter has ended. “This witch belongs to spirit and has returned to the old ones. The wheel turns, and the cauldron awaits. This witch belongs to fellowship and love. This witch belongs to the circle and remains with us. We bid you farewell, Hattie, as you await a new destiny.
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Brenda Trim (Magical Makeover (Mystical Midlife in Maine, #1; Midlife Mysteries & Magic, #4))
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Meeting him last spring had been a stroke of luck. And convincing him to invite her to court—mostly by implying what might await him once she was out of her father’s household and without a chaperone—hadn’t been that difficult. But she wasn’t here to simply enjoy the pleasures of the court.
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Sarah J. Maas (Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass, #1))
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Confession Of Defeat
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I remember; I realize; I confess
I am indebted to your love,
Your prayers and awaiting
Believe my truth and sincerity
Fragrance your kindness
Some compulsions, some weaknesses
In the circumstances and realities
Cause escaping from promises
Keep far away from assurances
I wanted it many times
Pay off your debts
In the form of true love with
Living such a life
What to do, thinking every time?
Holding tears in eyes,
Clutching the heart, by heartbeats
The poverty of age became an issue,
Life stayed at the grave of decision
Listen, there's nothing left now
Stop waiting for me
Break all the bonds
I can neither make you happy
Nor ruin you
Journey of tiredness
And in the rotten journey
Don't be my journey mate
Don't risk your life pleasure
I am afraid to say
Perhaps you do it knowingly
In a boiling stream of emotions
Perhaps you become unfaithful
Before that happens
I line up my tears
I still love you
But I am a dry leaf of autumn
Not a pure green leaf of spring
Do the last support and mercy
With pure feelings
Forgive me heartily
For my incapabilities and flaws
And become courageous
To leave me forever
For looking back never.
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Ehsan Sehgal
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The kiss, to put the twinkle in the stars of all the Universes within her eyes. A long awaited lingering, to set the passion of the muse alight again. What words pressed to her mouth, whispered on the tendrils of fervency, aroused?
Touching her face, then laying a hand upon her chest, spoke words flecked with such regret: "How anyone could ever dare to break such a beautiful heart- I will never know.". Twasn't the saying of those words- it was that her lover meant it so.
And thus she kissed her lover; slowly, deliberately, reciprocally- in equal measure to the genuine care and rapt passion. A returned affection for the ardor from her new companion.
Hail truth in love. Hail, hail, the springs which quench the parched lips of loneliness. Hail freedom to be, in vivacity. Hail trust and unencumbered twining of spirit."
From the book "The spark (of a muse)"- by Cheri Bauer
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Cheri Bauer
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We need to enter the castle, first,” he said instead. As if the gates had heard him, the metal bars flared to a pale green and then their glow faded back to red and finally dulled into non-existence. The entrance was unbarred and their way apparently clear. “I like not that,” growled Moonglum. “Too easy. A trap awaits us—are we to spring it at the pleasure of whoever dwells within the castle confines?
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Michael Moorcock (Elric: The Stealer of Souls (Chronicles of the Last Emperor of Melniboné, #1))
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Quincel de Morhban received me in his garden, something I never would have suspected, from either the man or the place. It was an inner sanctum, like Delaunay’s, like I had known in the Night Court, only vaster. It was shielded from the elements, warmed by a dozen braziers and torches, with mirrors set to gather the sun’s heat when it availed, and scrims of sheerest silk that could be drawn across the open roof to protect the delicate flora. In all defiance of the early spring chill, a riot of flowers bloomed: spikenard and foxglove, azalea, Lady’s slipper and Love-Not-Lost, orchids and phlox, lavender and roses. “You are pleased,” de Morhban said softly. He stood beside a small fountain, awaiting me; his eyes drank in the sight of me. “It costs me thousands of ducats to maintain this place. I have one master gardener from L’Agnace, and one from Namarre, and they are ever at odds with each other. But I reckon it worth the cost. I am D’Angeline. So we count the cost of pleasure.” He reached out one hand for me. “So I count your cost.
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Jacqueline Carey (Kushiel's Dart (Phèdre's Trilogy #1))
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Though I myself have come to this safe harbour – if safety can be found in this life – yet I mourn my former simple days. I have lost my Innocence, in more ways than one. I have seen the gears and furious machinery of the world that lies unreckoned beneath our feet. No longer can I note, as other men do, the passing hours upon the heavens' gilded face, without a vision of a hidden master-spring uncoiling to its final silence. I await the day when all clocks shall stop, including the one that ticks within my breast. Do thou the same, Reader, and profit from my example.
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K.W. Jeter (Infernal Devices (Infernal Devices, #1))
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Trust in divine timing. God and nature know our needs. Trees bloom in spring, and rain falls in summer. Don't question why things can't happen now. The Bible says, 'When the time is right, I the Lord will make it happen.' Have faith. Today's struggles are tomorrow's blessings. No food today? Tomorrow you'll eat. Unemployed today? Tomorrow, a new job. Lost love today? Tomorrow, your soulmate awaits. Patience and trust.
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Tshepo Ramodisa
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An Elven-maid there was of old, A shining star by day: Her mantle white was hemmed with gold, Her shoes of silver-grey. A star was bound upon her brows, A light was on her hair As sun upon the golden boughs In Lórien the fair. Her hair was long, her limbs were white, And fair she was and free; And in the wind she went as light As leaf of linden-tree. Beside the falls of Nimrodel, By water clear and cool, Her voice as falling silver fell Into the shining pool. Where now she wanders none can tell, In sunlight or in shade; For lost of yore was Nimrodel And in the mountains strayed. The elven-ship in haven grey Beneath the mountain-lee Awaited her for many a day Beside the roaring sea. A wind by night in Northern lands Arose, and loud it cried, And drove the ship from elven-strands Across the streaming tide. When dawn came dim the land was lost, The mountains sinking grey Beyond the heaving waves that tossed Their plumes of blinding spray. Amroth beheld the fading shore Now low beyond the swell, And cursed the faithless ship that bore Him far from Nimrodel. Of old he was an Elven-king, A lord of tree and glen, When golden were the boughs in spring In fair Lothlórien. From helm to sea they saw him leap, As arrow from the string, And dive into the water deep, As mew upon the wing. The wind was in his flowing hair, The foam about him shone; Afar they saw him strong and fair Go riding like a swan. But from the West has come no word, And on the Hither Shore No tidings Elven-folk have heard Of Amroth evermore.
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J.R.R. Tolkien (The Fellowship of the Ring (The Lord of the Rings, #1))
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Alone You Must Travel'..
O' Sojourner, alone you must travel,
For darkness becomes the advent of dawn
as the hours burn every agony,
and the tongue finds a voice that stayed mute for long.
In the gathering of ecstasy, the lips give you freedom,
Alone you must seek the elixir,
For in such seeking, the thrush in you flies in an expanse.
And so, you become a rider of the tides,
Awakened, to the deepest of your dreams.
With sails unfurled, await the winds of life,
for in it, you will sense, the vast sea of silence.
And so, you become the river of peace,
rushing to meet the ocean afar.
And you disappear, as a drop into an ocean.
Emptied, you rise, to find the sky, gilded in morn,
for the dark announced the dawn.
Your heart so full, a chalice of wine,
For from the longing, flows a fountain of delight.
A seeker of solitude, found the gladdest hour,
For in silence, your flames burn high;
In the dark, you are a spirit of light,
for your eyes hunger, crying aloud for flight.
O' Sojourner, in the quest of utmost,
for long, you have traveled, near and afar,
Deep was your thirst, for the faraway land,
that held your desires and the deepest burning.
Deep was your hunger that tore apart the veils.
In the dark, you found a wakefulness to light,
for you have felt the ecstasy, as the weeping turned into laughter.
Forsaking earthly pleasures, you feast on otherworldly desires.
The night that came to prune your pleasures,
gave you the wings of a light, so eternal.
The path though, is of gravel and dust,
Yet, luminous are you, in the dawn of gold;
The longing that burns you, crowns you in light.
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Jayita Bhattacharjee (I Sense My Thirst: Longing for The Spring Rain)
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