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“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass
― Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass
“I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.”
― Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.”
― Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters
“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
― The Waste Land
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
― The Waste Land
“Chasing angels or fleeing demons, go to the mountains.”
― Bringing Progress to Paradise: What I Got from Giving to a Mountain Village in Nepal
― Bringing Progress to Paradise: What I Got from Giving to a Mountain Village in Nepal
“I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair
I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green
I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know
But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door”
―
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair
I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green
I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know
But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door”
―
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