27 December 2011

Forever strange ...

"The magician seemed to promise that something torn to bits might be mended without a seam, that what had vanished might reappear, that a scattered handful of doves or dust might be reunited by a word, that a paper rose consumed by fire could be made to bloom from a pile of ash. But everyone knew that it was only an illusion. The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place." 


Michael Chabon


19 December 2011

Stars in my pocket like grains of sand ...

"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why." 

Kurt Vonnegut


17 December 2011

Shame ...

"My secret is that I need God -- that I am sick and can no longer make it alone. I need God to help me give, because I no longer seem to be capable of giving; to help me be kind, as I no longer seem capable of kindness; to help me love, as I seem beyond being able to love." 

Douglas Coupland

 The Girl by the Window by Edvard Munch




14 December 2011

The orange girl ...

"I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you." 

Frida Kahlo





10 December 2011

Uncommon thoughts on common things ...

"You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them." 

Maya Angelou 


09 December 2011

The story girl ...

"Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them." 



Paulo Coelho



06 December 2011

Bliss ...

"I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen." 

J.G. Ballard


05 December 2011

Collection of little lives ...

"And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love." 

Nicholas Sparks


04 December 2011

Girl with Dogs by Charles Burton Barber

"Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace." 


Milan Kundera



01 December 2011

Stardust ...

"He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity. He imagined he could see the very faces of the stars; pale, they were, and smiling gently, as if they had spent so much time above the world, watching the scrambling and the joy and the pain of the people below them, that they could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does." 

Neil Gaiman