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Entries from July 2008

SADNESS IN JULY

July 29, 2008 · Leave a Comment

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate SADNESS.

She is sad. She cannot seem to shake it.

When you close your doors, and make darkness within, remember never to say that you are alone, for you are not alone; nay, God is within, and your genius is within. And what need have they of light to see what you are doing?
Epictetus

It is only when we are very happy,
that we can bear to gaze merrily upon
the vast and limitless expanse of water,
rolling on and on with such persistent,
irritating monotony,
to the accompaniment of our thoughts,
whether grave or gay.

When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety;
but when they are sad, then every breaker,
as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness,
and to speak to us of hopelessness
and of the pettiness of all our joys.

- Baroness Emmuska Orczy

 

 

 

 

 

 

No more truth. Bells ring no more in me. I am all alone singly. Lonely rests my head. O my God! I am dead.

JOSE GARCIA VILLA (I CAN NO MORE HEAR LOVE’S SONG )

 

You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from nesting in your hair.

The fall goes on forever

A tear of joy

A tear of grief

A tear to clean the eye

 

Categories: EREMITIC DISCOVERIES · INSIDE MY HYPHENATED HEAD · INSTINCTS EMOTIONS AND FEELINGS · KNOX- THE HARD ONES

WINTER IN THE SPIRIT

July 29, 2008 · Leave a Comment

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate WINTER as things look darker and darker.

” You promised you’d be here whenever it snows”.

The wagon rests in winter, the sleigh in summer, the horse never. – Yiddish Proverb

The New Remorse

The sin was mine; I did not understand.
So now is music prisoned in her cave,
Save where some ebbing desultory wave
Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.
And in the withered hollow of this land
Hath Summer dug herself so deep a grave,
That hardly can the leaden willow crave
One silver blossom from keen Winter’s hand.

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.
John Keats

O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb’d Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
William Cowper
 

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant. -Anne Bradstreet

A certain Gentleman having espoused a noble and virtuous wife, caused her to wear for her Impresa a Snail closed in here shell, as she remaineth all the winter, to defend her from the cold, with this posy, Proprio alitur succo: to signify that she should satisfie herself with the love of her own husband, even as the snail is nourished with her own moisture

 

a day to begin transforming winter’s dreams into summer’s magic.
- Adrienne Cook

 

 

Categories: BILAMBIL · SEASONS

WINTER IN THE VALLEY

July 15, 2008 · Leave a Comment

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate WINTER in the Valley. This unemployed WINTER. Their second winter. A winter on the border with Queensland which means its NOT COLD. Nevertheless Winter it is. The Mad O”Brians are up in the Armidale Winter and Kati B and IMM are back in the country for their first Kalang Winter in a long long time. IT IS WINTER.

 


 
 
  Silent Woods

Silent woods where are
Your voices of springtime now
Taunts brass iced winterDorothy (Alves) Holmes

 

 “Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories”
  [Author Unknown]

©6/15/08Terry Sutherland

The Flower Garden

 

Sweetly lingers the lilac

It has married with the wild rose

A perfume made in heaven

Pleasing the winter starved nose

Categories: SEASONS

WINTER IN THE VALLEY

July 15, 2008 · Leave a Comment

Categories: GIFFING OFF

OLD BRITISH NEWSPAPERS 19TH CENTURY

July 4, 2008 · Leave a Comment

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