William Longgood
How little we really know about the life all around us. Would we be so cavalier and ruthless with it if we understood it better? ― William Longgood
Category: Journalist
Jack London
I would rather be ashes than dust; I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dryrot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live,… Continue reading Jack London
Carl Sandburg
Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. ― Carl Sandburg
Dejan Stojanovic
My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world. ― Dejan Stojanovic
Fyodor Dostoevsky
I’m sorry this letter took so long to write. I didn’t have time to make it shorter. — Fyodor Dostoevsky
Ernest Hemingway
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know? — Ernest Hemingway
M.F. Moonzajer
Never break the heart, you live in. ― M.F. Moonzajer
Ambrose Bierce
Patience, n. A minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue. — Ambrose Bierce
Alys Fowler
I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody… Continue reading Alys Fowler
Carl Sandburg
Nothing happens unless first we dream. — Carl Sandburg
