Night was running ahead of itself.
Jorge Amando "Sea of Death"
From the shadows she calls. . .and in the shadows she finds a way.
Tori Amos
Threads that are golden don't break easily.
Tori Amos
It was morning and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea.
Richard Bach "J. L. Seagull"
Dandelions were what she chiefly saw. Yellow jewels for everyday, studding the patched green dress of her back yard.
Gwendolyn Brooks
With the gift of listening comes the gift of healing.
Catherine Hueck Doherty
The earth laughs in flowers.
Emerson
I opened the window and reached for the puppet head on top of the refridgerator.
Kinky Friedman "A Case of Lone Star"
The wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass.
Kahlil Gibran
Estimated amount of glucose used by an adult human brain each day, expressed in M&Ms, 250.
"Harpers" Index Oct 89
True solitude is a din of a bird song, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks on the snow.
Edward Hongland
Souls are made of dawn-stuff and starshine.
Elbert Hubbard
The leaves of memory seemed to make a mornful rustling in the dark.
Longfellow
The fire rose in two branched flames like the golden antlers of some enchanted stag.
Katherine Mansfield
The world has more depth in autumn. So, it seems does my soul.
Jane Nakken
A rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake.
Martha Ostenso
Autumn. . . makes a double demand. It asks that we prepare for the future - that we be wise in the ways of garnering and keeping. But it also asks that we learn to let go - to acknowledge the beauty of sparseness.
Bonaro W. Overstreet
Madness is an acute sharpening of the senses.
Poes
Magic is the craft of the wise, exhilerating, dangerous - the ultimate adventure. The power of magic should not be underestimated. It works, often in ways that are unexpected and difficult to control.
Starhawk
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
Thoreau
It was the brilliant, high, windless sky of early autumn.
Robert Penn Warren "At Heaven's Gate"
Night is the first skin around one.
Roberta Hill Whiteman
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