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  • #1
    Hermann Hesse
    “When someone is searching." said Siddhartha, "then it might easily happen that the only thing his eyes still see is what he searches for, that he is unable to find anything, to let anything enter his mind, because he always thinks of nothing but the object of his search, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed by the goal. Searching means: having a goal. But finding means: being free, being open, having no goal. You, oh venerable one, are perhaps indeed a searcher,because, striving for your goal, there are many things you don't see, which are directly in front of your eyes.”
    Hermann Hesse

  • #2
    Bryan Lee O'Malley
    “What kind of tea do you want?"
    "There´s more than one kind of tea?...What do you have?"
    "Let´s see... Blueberry, Raspberry, Ginseng, Sleepytime, Green Tea, Green Tea with Lemon, Green Tea with Lemon and Honey, Liver Disaster, Ginger with Honey, Ginger Without Honey, Vanilla Almond, White Truffle Coconut, Chamomile, Blueberry Chamomile, Decaf Vanilla Walnut, Constant Comment and Earl Grey."
    -"I.. Uh...What are you having?... Did you make some of those up?”
    Bryan Lee O'Malley, Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Life

  • #3
    D.T. Suzuki
    “Who would then deny that when I am sipping tea in my tearoom I am swallowing the whole universe with it and that this very moment of my lifting the bowl to my lips is eternity itself transcending time and space?”
    Daisetz Teitaro Suzuki, Zen and Japanese Culture

  • #4
    Carol Ann Duffy
    “I like pouring your tea, lifting
    the heavy pot, and tipping it up,
    so the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup.

    Or when you’re away, or at work,
    I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,
    as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips.

    I like the questions – sugar? – milk? –
    and the answers I don’t know by heart, yet,
    for I see your soul in your eyes, and I forget.

    Jasmine, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon,
    I love tea’s names. Which tea would you like? I say
    but it’s any tea for you, please, any time of day,

    as the women harvest the slopes
    for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Wu-Yi,
    and I am your lover, smitten, straining your tea.

    - Tea
    Carol Ann Duffy, Rapture
    tags: tea

  • #5
    Frank Zappa
    “So many books, so little time.”
    Frank Zappa

  • #6
    Muriel Barbery
    “When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?”
    Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog

  • #7
    Bill Watterson
    “Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.”
    Bill Watterson, The Calvin and Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book

  • #8
    William Faulkner
    “The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies.”
    William Faulkner

  • #9
    Gerald Durrell
    “Tea would arrive, the cakes squatting on cushions of cream, toast in a melting shawl of butter, cups agleam and a faint wisp of steam rising from the teapot shawl.”
    Gerald Durrell, My Family and Other Animals

  • #10
    Mencius
    “With melted snow I boil fragrant tea.”
    Mencius, Mencius

  • #11
    “A combination of fine tea, enchanting objects and soothing surroundings exerts a therapeutic effect by washing away the corrosive strains and stress of modern life. [... It] induces a mood that is spiritually refreshing [and produces] a genial state of mind.”
    John Blofeld, The Chinese Art of Tea

  • #12
    Amy Tan
    “I take a few quick sips. "This is really good." And I mean it. I have never tasted tea like this. It is smooth, pungent, and instantly addicting.

    "This is from Grand Auntie," my mother explains. "She told me 'If I buy the cheap tea, then I am saying that my whole life has not been worth something better.' A few years ago she bought it for herself. One hundred dollars a pound."

    "You're kidding." I take another sip. It tastes even better.”
    Amy Tan, The Kitchen God's Wife

  • #13
    Dylan Thomas
    “It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.”
    Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales

  • #14
    Saki
    “Find yourself a cup of tea,
    the teapot is behind you.
    Now tell me about
    hundreds of things.”
    Saki, The Complete Saki
    tags: tea

  • #15
    Ethel Pochocki
    “He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall. "I am," he sighed deeply, "contented as a clam. I am a most happy man.”
    Ethel Pochocki, Wildflower Tea

  • #16
    Marcel Proust
    “She poured out Swann's tea, inquired "Lemon or cream?" and, on his answering "Cream, please," said to him with a laugh: "A cloud!" And as he pronounced it excellent, "You see, I know just how you like it." This tea had indeed seemed to Swann, just as it seemed to her; something precious, and love has such a need to find some justification for itself, some guarantee of duration, in pleasures which without it would have no existence and must cease with its passing.”
    Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

  • #17
    “I read the tea leaves
    as if they were words
    left over from a conversation
    between two cups.”
    Kenny Knight, The Honicknowle Book of the Dead
    tags: tea

  • #18
    Louisa May Alcott
    “Presently, out from the wrappings came a teapot, which caused her to clasp her hands with delight, for it was made in the likeness of a plump little Chinaman ... Two pretty cups with covers, and a fine scarlet tray, completed the set, and made one long to have a "dish of tea," even in Chinese style, without cream or sugar.”
    Louisa May Alcott, Eight Cousins
    tags: tea

  • #19
    Matsuo Bashō
    “Chrysanthemum
    Silence - monk
    Sips his morning tea.”
    Matsuo Bashō, Lips Too Chilled

  • #20
    Sanober  Khan
    “As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feet
    into the night’s velvet slippers

    I settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag,
    of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.”
    Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

  • #21
    Rupi Kaur
    “Our backs tell stories
    no books have the spine to carry”
    Rupi Kaur

  • #22
    Kate DiCamillo
    “There is nothing sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.”
    Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux

  • #23
    Kate DiCamillo
    “There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman. Such was the fate of Chiaroscuro. His heart was broken. Picking up the spoon and placing it on his head, speaking of revenge, these things helped him to put his heart together again. But it was, alas, put together wrong.”
    Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux

  • #24
    Kate DiCamillo
    “Once upon a time," he said out loud to the darkness. He said these words because they were the best, the most powerful words that he knew and just the saying of them comforted him.”
    Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux

  • #25
    Kate DiCamillo
    “But, reader, there is no comfort in the word "farewell," even if you say it in French. "Farewell" is a word that,in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.”
    Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux

  • #26
    Kate DiCamillo
    “Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark.”
    Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux

  • #27
    Kate DiCamillo
    “Say it, reader. Say the word 'quest' out loud. It is an extraordinary word, isn't it? So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope.”
    Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux

  • #28
    Lin Yutang
    “There is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life.”
    Lin Yutang, The Importance of Living
    tags: tea

  • #29
    Norman Maclean
    “At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.”
    Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories

  • #30
    Robert Frost
    “Nature's first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf's a flower;
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf.
    So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.”
    Robert Frost



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