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LIFE IS NOT A RACE, BUT INDEED A JOURNEY. BE HONEST. WORK HARD. BE CHOOSY. SAY "THANK YOU", "I LOVE YOU", AND "GREAT JOB" TO SOMEONE EACH DAY. LET YOUR HANDSHAKE MEAN MORE THAN PEN AND PAPER. DREAMING DOES MATTER. IT ALLOWS YOU TO BECOME THAT WHICH YOU ASPIRE TO. APPRECIATE THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE AND ENJOY THEM. SOME OF THE BEST THINGS REALLY ARE FREE. DO NOT WORRY, TAKE TIME FOR YOURSELF, PLAN FOR LONGEVITY.

--unknown

“To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter… to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring – these are some of the rewards of the simple life.” 
— John Burroughs

pieces

“We’re always leaving little pieces of ourselves as we move on the pathways of life. And even as we age, evolve, wear out and disappear into the dust, the pieces sometimes remain.”

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.

"The heat comes in distant shifts to fill up my room. It spills out of these ancient vents to meet the new cold and I lay in my twisted sheets and stare out at the snow still thinking of the next few months, my cold and lifeless eyes."

Life Moves On

“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.”

- Henry Miller

how strange it is to be anything at all

How are you today, little flower?

"I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other." — White Oleander, Janet Fitch

"What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age." — Sylvia Plath

"Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another." — Anaïs Nin

"Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers."

"It is not everyone who has your passion for dead leaves."



I’m so tired, I can’t sleep
I’m a liar and a thief
sit and drink pennyroyal tea
I’m anemic royalty

“I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.”

- Audrey Hepburn

“The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds I’ve known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone.”

– Shel Silverstein

Reminded again of how finding him, being with him was like that first crocus you saw in the snow. Just when you assumed winter would last forever this unexpected beauty could take you by surprise and if you did not take your eyes off it, if you kept your focus, the rest of the snow would somehow melt.

early autumn darkness

“I am always bewildered by the arrival of early autumn darkness. I travel around in my normal routines confused for weeks. This year I felt I needed to try harder to understand the transition. Was there some way I could prepare? Without even knowing it I found I was using my camera as a tool to dissect the final hours of illumination. I became fixated on capturing a momentary blanket of light, of all tones and colors, which I could hold and pull up around me when all I see is black. I wanted to feel the light. I needed to see the light. And now I feel ready. Come darkness, here we are again.”

“…but her nascent love inflamed her sense of beauty, and she would never forget that music. whenever she heard it, she would be touched. everything going on around her at that moment would be haloed by the music and take on its beauty.”

“You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.”

- J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

"Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night..." - Sylvia Plath

"I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment."