We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature. ― Abraham Lincoln, Great Speeches / Abraham Lincoln: with… Continue reading Abraham Lincoln
We are neighbors in a modern world where proximity is relative and the threshold to our hearts moves outside time and space. ― Chris Cornell
When the past makes you laugh and you can savor the magic that lets you survive your own war, you’ll find that that fire is passion and there’s a door up ahead – not a wall. ― Lou Reed
The future is uncertain but the end is always near. ― Jim Morrison
“Glad To Be Unhappy” Look at yourself, if you had a sense of humorYou would laugh to beat the bandLook at yourself, do you still believe the rumorThat romance is simply grand? Since you took it right on the chinYou have lost that bright toothpaste grinMy mental state is all a-jumbleI sit around and sadly… Continue reading Richard Rodgers & Lorenz Hart
Freedom lies at the heart of my willingness to lose everything. ― Alanis Morissette
Past One O’Clock … Past one o’clock. You must have gone to bed.The Milky Way streams silver through the night.I’m in no hurry; with lightning telegramsI have no cause to wake or trouble you.And, as they say, the incident is closed.Love’s boat has smashed against the daily grind.Now you and I are quits. Why bother… Continue reading Vladimir Mayakovsky
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars. — Og Mandino
You don’t want to hear the storyof my life, and anywayI don’t want to tell it, I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun. And anyway it’s the same old story—a few people just trying,one way or another,to survive. Mostly, I want to be kind.And nobody, of course, is kind,or mean,for a… Continue reading Mary Oliver
Your warm fingers softly caressed my spinal bridge; a place where it is solemn and quiet, beneath my midnight hair, and sleeping at the top of my vertebrae. —Grover Helatino
The Vale of Soul-Making 