quotes#064756 As the earth turns silver
Wong adds this quote in her book at p194 -- and i like it too
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white - then melts for ever...
-- Robert Burns, Tam-o-Shanter
Friday, October 23, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
quotes#046255 Daisy's War
It was a time of replenishing the spirit and rebuilding the parts that had been damaged, and she would walk alone through the different seasons, thinking sometimes, at others trying not to. In summer there were apples and plums on the trees and the smell of the fruit made your mouth water, followed by the rustier yellow of the autumn sun complementing the oranges and reds of the trees, the hedgerows full of elderberries, brambles and rose-hips. Almost imperceptibly winter arrived,, bringing crystal-clear air one moment and snow blizzards the next, so that you couldn't see more than a few inches in front of you and the freezing wind blew through you. p194
[not stunning, but still like the imagery]
It was a time of replenishing the spirit and rebuilding the parts that had been damaged, and she would walk alone through the different seasons, thinking sometimes, at others trying not to. In summer there were apples and plums on the trees and the smell of the fruit made your mouth water, followed by the rustier yellow of the autumn sun complementing the oranges and reds of the trees, the hedgerows full of elderberries, brambles and rose-hips. Almost imperceptibly winter arrived,, bringing crystal-clear air one moment and snow blizzards the next, so that you couldn't see more than a few inches in front of you and the freezing wind blew through you. p194
[not stunning, but still like the imagery]
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
quotes#373579 Chandler's Run
Moana's lovely face was without expression as she attended to Adam's needs, but there was pain in her heart, her dignity bruised. The wahine Pakeha had damaged her mana in the manner of her address to her. Wood was wood, wasn't it, whereever it was taken from. There was a longing in her now to be in her own home; to be with her hoa tane, but she knew she must stay until the wairua had left this ravaged body. The dark eyes filled with tears for her own mokemoketanga and then for the same loneliness that was to come for the pale woman. p188
[not spectacular but I enjoy seeing some Te Reo in my reading]
"I can't do all this, Daniel," she wailed. "I had no idea that a cow and hens would mean so much more work."
"Mama, there are three of us - Sarah is able to share in the daily tasks very well now. Between us we will manage until Papa comes home."
Lucy looked at her boy. Not yet thirteen, he was a pillar of strength and so sensible. She felt a little ashamed in the face of his sturdy optimism. "Of course, you are right, Daniel. It's simply a matter of arranging each day a little differently and getting used to these new tasks." p142
[reminder to me -- use of positive thinking]
by Denise Muir, c. 2008 -- bc7520787
Moana's lovely face was without expression as she attended to Adam's needs, but there was pain in her heart, her dignity bruised. The wahine Pakeha had damaged her mana in the manner of her address to her. Wood was wood, wasn't it, whereever it was taken from. There was a longing in her now to be in her own home; to be with her hoa tane, but she knew she must stay until the wairua had left this ravaged body. The dark eyes filled with tears for her own mokemoketanga and then for the same loneliness that was to come for the pale woman. p188
[not spectacular but I enjoy seeing some Te Reo in my reading]
"I can't do all this, Daniel," she wailed. "I had no idea that a cow and hens would mean so much more work."
"Mama, there are three of us - Sarah is able to share in the daily tasks very well now. Between us we will manage until Papa comes home."
Lucy looked at her boy. Not yet thirteen, he was a pillar of strength and so sensible. She felt a little ashamed in the face of his sturdy optimism. "Of course, you are right, Daniel. It's simply a matter of arranging each day a little differently and getting used to these new tasks." p142
[reminder to me -- use of positive thinking]
by Denise Muir, c. 2008 -- bc7520787
Monday, October 05, 2009
quotes#962137 Neat Vodka
"Look. Snow," he said, so we looked. The whole night sky was thick with fat, lazy flakes.
Even in the middle of this unsavoury story it was magical and everyone around the table
was six years old again, gazing out at the first real snow of winter. Something about Russia seems to put life in to perspective. Something here makes you stop looking in and makes you look out. Maybe it really is just the same. p158
[by Anna Blundy, c. 2006; lcl - quote not profound, but worth thinking about]
"Look. Snow," he said, so we looked. The whole night sky was thick with fat, lazy flakes.
Even in the middle of this unsavoury story it was magical and everyone around the table
was six years old again, gazing out at the first real snow of winter. Something about Russia seems to put life in to perspective. Something here makes you stop looking in and makes you look out. Maybe it really is just the same. p158
[by Anna Blundy, c. 2006; lcl - quote not profound, but worth thinking about]
Saturday, October 03, 2009
quotes#115666 The Message
Moving on is not about filling your life with new things. It is about resolving issues and finding new paths. And it is also about valuing and putting into proper perspective what you used to have in your life. p115
The most common question I'm asked is: 'What does the afterlife look like?'
I am always wary of ansering this question. This is partly because, even if I had been given a clear vision of what it is like, to do so would give people a fixed definition of something that is highly personal. This would, I believe, inhibit their ability to grow personally and spiritually. So my reply is always the same. I'm not capable of seeing eternity and nor is anybody. I can only tell you what I've seen. And what I've seen is an environment which reflects what people want their afterlife to look like. p101
[by Colin Fry, c. 2009 lcl]
Moving on is not about filling your life with new things. It is about resolving issues and finding new paths. And it is also about valuing and putting into proper perspective what you used to have in your life. p115
The most common question I'm asked is: 'What does the afterlife look like?'
I am always wary of ansering this question. This is partly because, even if I had been given a clear vision of what it is like, to do so would give people a fixed definition of something that is highly personal. This would, I believe, inhibit their ability to grow personally and spiritually. So my reply is always the same. I'm not capable of seeing eternity and nor is anybody. I can only tell you what I've seen. And what I've seen is an environment which reflects what people want their afterlife to look like. p101
[by Colin Fry, c. 2009 lcl]
Thursday, October 01, 2009
quotes#286585 The Children's Writer
Sometimes this happened when I was at St Finbar's, all those years ago. I remember Father Stevn, who was young and earnest, giving us boys sermons about 'Keeping the Faith, and 'The Temptations of the Devil'. St Finbar's was not a rich school, but it did have a stone chapel, which was vaulted and cool, and I would kick off my shoes and put my fett flat on the stone floor to feel the cool creep up through my socks. I would sit alone, off to one side, so chapel could be my dreaming time. p58
I was twenty-three and studying Literature at Uni. Lootie was even younger, just nineteen, and in her first year of Education. I wanted to be a writer, she a teacher. We rented a shabby terrace in Elm St, North Melbourne. We owned a bed, a table, two chairs, a sofa and hundreds of books... p2
[not particularly quotable but I like the concept portrayed in the last sentence]
Sometimes this happened when I was at St Finbar's, all those years ago. I remember Father Stevn, who was young and earnest, giving us boys sermons about 'Keeping the Faith, and 'The Temptations of the Devil'. St Finbar's was not a rich school, but it did have a stone chapel, which was vaulted and cool, and I would kick off my shoes and put my fett flat on the stone floor to feel the cool creep up through my socks. I would sit alone, off to one side, so chapel could be my dreaming time. p58
I was twenty-three and studying Literature at Uni. Lootie was even younger, just nineteen, and in her first year of Education. I wanted to be a writer, she a teacher. We rented a shabby terrace in Elm St, North Melbourne. We owned a bed, a table, two chairs, a sofa and hundreds of books... p2
[not particularly quotable but I like the concept portrayed in the last sentence]
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