November 2011
140 posts
“Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all they have.”
– H. Jackson Brown, Jr (No. 139, Life’s Little Instruction Book)
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t...”
– Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum ~
“But would you kindly ponder this question: What would your good do if evil...”
– Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita (via pavorst)
“All things are subject to interpretation; whichever interpretation prevails at a...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via elige)
“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the...”
– Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via monamade)
“I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we...”
– Charles de Lint (via monamade)
“The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must...”
– The Awakening by Kate Chopin (via quote-book)
“I must learn to love the fool in me — the one who feels too much, talks too...”
– Theodore I. Rubin, MD (via modernhepburn)
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used...”
– Arundhati Roy (via lylaandblu)
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Delight, then sorrow
Afterward - aboard the
Cormorant fishing boat.
~ Basho
“Making others happy, through kindness of speech and sincerity of right advice,...”
– (via journalofanobody)
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We’ve been bewitched by countless lies, by azure images of ice, by false promises of open sky and sea, and rescued by a God we don’t believe. Like coppers rattling from a beggar’s plate guiding lights have fallen on our days and burned and died. We’ve pressed our ship a pilgrimage of nights toward such lights as, always elusive, lured and tricked the keel upon the rocks and ripped the helmhold...
con-tem-plate:
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
-Dreams by Langston Hughes
“And words and deeds are far from being one.
Much that is talked about is left...”
– Moliere, Tartuffe (via pumpkinlatte)
Zimbabwe's Mugabe and Tsvangirai call for peace →
fyeahafrica:
Zimbabwe’s President Robert Mugabe and Prime Minister Morgan Tsvangirai have called for tolerance as tension rises ahead of elections.
“We want to live in a peaceful country,” Mr Mugabe said, after talks with Mr Tsvangirai, his long-time rival.
Mr Tsvangirai’s MDC party has repeatedly accused pro-Mugabe militants of disrupting its rallies.
Polls are expected next year, ending the...
“The power of the visible
is the invisible…”
– Marianne Moore, from “He ‘Digesteth Harde Yron’” (via semperaugustus)
Tanka
journalofanobody:
I suddenly know,
autumn is not just a season,
but a state of mind,
a measure of passing life,
of endings…and beginnings.
—Michael Boiano
“To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves—there...”
– (via journalofanobody)
“So never be afraid, never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth...”
– - William Faulkner, to a class of graduating seniors at University High School, Mississippi.
importance of Opensource for marginalised... →
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how tech stifles innovation →
Fire and Ice
breadandhyacinths:
Some say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
- Robert Frost
“Each of us is like a desert, and a literary work is like a cry from the desert,...”
– FRANÇOIS MAURIAC (via trijste)
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“You begin climbing the mountain when you’re young; then at a certain height you...”
– Ozu
Do what you love ... →
By Holstee
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Watch“There is never a single story about any place….when we get that, we gain a kind of paradise”
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
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The following short story by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie was specially comissioned by the Guardian as part of their short fiction series. In “Miracle”, Adichie tells the story of a Lagosian girl negotiating daily life in corrupt Nigeria:
Ifemelu grew up in the shadow of her mother’s hair, the thick, long black-black hair that drank two containers of relaxer at the salon, took hours under the...
