Beautiful Words #7

Some beautiful words for your week . . .

A mandarin fell in love with a courtesan. “I shall be yours,” she told him, “when you have spent a hundred nights waiting for me, sitting on a stool, in my garden, beneath my window.” But on the ninety-ninth night, the mandarin stood up, put his stool under his arm, and went away. (Roland Barthes; A Lover’s Discourse, Fragments)

“Death Barged In

In his Russian greatcoat
slamming open the door
with an unpardonable bang,
and he has been here ever since.

He changes everything,
rearranges the furniture,
his hand hovers
by the phone;
he will answer now, he says;
he will be the answer.

Tonight he sits down to dinner
at the head of the table
as we eat, mute;
later, he climbs into bed between us.

Even as I sit here,
he stands behind me
clamping two
colossal hands on my shoulders
and bends down
and whispers to my neck,
From now on,
you write about me.” (Slamming Open the Door, Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno)

“Until there arrives a great master of the art of writing who will choose to invest the facts of Indian history with the glamour of literature, and make the truth more attractive than even history itself.” (Bloomsbury: A House of Lions by Leon Edel, quoting Lytton Strachey)

Beautiful Words #6

Some beautiful words for your week . . .

“No, war is never about killing the enemy. War is about remaking the world to suit the whims of some powerful group over the whims of some other powerful group. The dead are just the sparks that fly from the metal as they grind it down.” (This Book is Full of Spiders, David Wong)

“I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ’cause you’ll play against you.” (Oh, The Places You’ll Go!, Dr. Seuss)

“It’s a long hard road ahead for you, little warrior. Enjoy a happy day while you can.” (Martin the Warrior, Brian Jacques)

“It would be, for me, mere pointless pleasure, an illusion of order for this one frail, foolish, flicker-flash in the long dull fall of eternity.” (Grendel, John Gardner)

Beautiful Words #4

Some beautiful words for the week . .

“You know, it’s funny; when you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.” (Wanda the Owl, Bojack Horseman)

“Time and space are not such separate entities as we tend to imagine. Days and places intersect, like walls joining together to make the house in which we dwell.” (Roots & Sky: A Journey Home in Four Seasons, Christie Purifoy)

“A reliable way to make people believe in falsehoods is frequent repetition, because familiarity is not easily distinguished from truth.” (Thinking Fast and Slow, Daniel Kahneman)

“I will give you this, my love, and I will not bargain or barter any longer. I will love you, as sure as He has loved me. I will discover what I can discover and though you remain a mystery, save God’s own knowledge, what I disclose of you I will keep in the warmest chamber of my heart, the very chamber where God has stowed Himself in me. And I will do this to my death and to death it may bring me. I will love you like God, because of God, mighted by the power of God. I will stop expecting your love, demanding your love, trading for your love, gaming for your love. I will simply love. I am giving myself to you, and tomorrow I will do it again. I suppose the clock itself will wear thin of its time before I am ended at this altar of dying and dying again. God risked Himself on me. I will risk myself on you. And together, we will learn to love, and perhaps then, and only then, understand this gravity that drew Him, unto us.” (Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality, Donald Miller).

Beautiful Words #3

Some beautiful words for the week:

“Why are you so surprised that the heavens complain? . . . Didn’t we know the world would be turned upside down by what just happened? . . . Indeed, isn’t this the way it should be? . . . Isn’t it right that the sky is torn to tatters and the sea put in a frenzy? Would we prefer it if the world did not care?” (Abarat, Clive Barker)

“I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.” (Flowers for Algernon, Daniel Keyes)

“There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and crate,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.” (The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot)

“As I paddle along, I slowly become aware that it’s been fear keeping me out of this pool for so many years. I never came here before because I was afraid I’d make a fool of myself by not having the endurance to complete a lap. The swimming wasn’t what scared me; failure was. My fear locked me in a state of arrested development for so many years. Fear kept me from tackling my weight, which I understand has simply been symptomatic of my greater fear, growing up. I glide down the lane on my back and reflect on how good I feel right now. It’s not because I’ve lost more than thirty pounds. I feel incredible because I’ve stopped being afraid.” (Such A Pretty Fat: One Narcissist’s Quest to Discover If Her Life Makes Her Ass Look Big, Or Why Pie Is Not The Answer, Jen Lancaster)

Beautiful Words #2

Some beautiful words for the week . . .

“Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember.” (The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver).

“Moral #1: “If you work hard, stay focused, and never give up, you will eventually get what you want in life.”

Moral #2: Sometimes the things we want most in life are the things that will kill us.” (Blue Like Jazz, Donald Miller).

“Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself.” (A Wrinkle in Time, Madeleine L’Engle).

“You’ll stay with me?’
Until the very end,’ said James.” (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling).

Beautiful Words #1

Some beautiful words for the week . . .

“Let’s say you have an ax. Just a cheap one, from Home Depot. On one bitter winter day, you use said ax to behead a man. Don’t worry, the man was already dead. Or maybe you should worry, because you’re the one that shot him.” (John Dies at the End, David Wong).

“And we’ll be saying a big hello to all intelligent life forms everyone . . . and to everyone else out there, the secret is to bang the rocks together, guys.” (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams).

“‘Now and then, though, someone does begin to grow differently. Instead of down, his feet grow up toward the sky. But we do our best to discourage awkward things like that.’ ‘What happens to them?'” insisted Milo. ‘Oddly enough, they often grow ten times the size of everyone else,’ said Alec thoughtfully, ‘and I’ve heard that they walk among the stars.'” (The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster).

“She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.” (Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston).