She opened her eyes once again and let them drift across the scene laid out before her like a page from a storybook. Inky blackness hung above them as though painted in impasto in an opaque Prussian Blue. The impression it gave was of a sky hand-craf...
Beneath my eyes opens -- a book; I see to the bottom; the heart -- I see to the depths. I know what loves are trembling into fire; how jealousy shoots its green flashes hither and thither; how intricately love crosses love; love makes knots; love bru...
Fragmentary Blue Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)-- Though some sav...
Acknowledge that some moments are just plain awful―desperate and gloomy and painful and miserable and nothing at all but anguish. No truthful, cheerful thought in the world will fix it. So let me cry awhile. Don't try to find a sunbeam where a shro...
Photographs don’t discriminate between the living and the dead. In the fragments of time and shards of light that compose them, everyone is equal. Now you see us; now you don’t. It doesn’t matter whether you look through a camera lens and press...
HEARTWORK Each day is born with a sunrise and ends in a sunset, the same way we open our eyes to see the light, and close them to hear the dark. You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have ...
The idea that each of us can be directly spiritual is radical. Most religions are based not on teaching adherents to be directly spiritual, but in persuading them to trust in the intercession of ministers or priests. The problem with this approach is...
If you happen to hold that human consciousness is no more than the epiphenomenon, or secretion, of our individual brains then you are more or less trapped in your own skull. But if consciousness is open, if it can partake in a more global form of bei...
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and o...
Tania: I knew you weren't dead. Vasilli: How? Tania: Because we've only just met. I prayed for the first time since I was a little girl. When I opened my eyes Sacha was standing there waiting to give me the good news. I think he loves you even more t...
Stef: [Andy has accidentally kissed Mikey] OK, you kissed. Now tell. Andy: There's something weird. Stef: What? What is it? Andy: Does Brand wear braces? Andy: [Stef bursts into laughter] Why are you laughing? Stef, it was beautiful. Stef: Next time ...
Richard: Sarcasm is the refuge of losers. Frank: [sarcastically] It is? Really? Richard: Sarcasm is losers trying to bring winners down to their level. Frank: [sarcastically] Wow, Richard, you've really opened my eyes to what a loser I am. How much d...
Jules: Look, do you wanna play blindman? Go walk with the shepherd. But me, my eyes are wide fucking open. Vincent: What the fuck does that mean? Jules: It means, that's it for me. From here on in you can consider my ass retired. Vincent: Jesus Chris...
Janet: Do you know what I would do if someone did that to me? I would kill him, I wouldn't hesitate. I would stab him 78 times. I would chop off his fingers, slash his throat open, carve numbers in his chest, gouge out his eyes, I swear to God!... Bu...
[Quaid wakes up in a Johnnycab] Douglas Quaid: Where am I? Johnnycab: You're in a Johnnycab. Douglas Quaid: I mean, what am I doing here? Johnnycab: I'm sorry. Would you please rephrase the question? Douglas Quaid: How did I get in this taxi? Johnnyc...
Marwood: Withnail, you bastard, wake up. Wake up you bastard, or I burn this bastard bed down! Withnail: I deny all accusations. [opens his eyes] Withnail: What you do want? Marwood: I have just narrowly avoided having a buggering, and have come in h...
Isabelle - "She laughed out loud, not able to recognize her own voice. She found her situation suddenly hilarious. She laughed and laughed at the door. Just a simple, silly, stupid door had her trapped. And now the ones that had been closed so long w...
And strange were the tales of the pond in the meadow, And eager we listened with eyes opened wide To Those tales often told by poor Mary the widow, Who lived in a cottage the meadow beside. Play not, my dear boys, near the pond in the meadow, The mer...
If you cannot read all your books...fondle them---peer into them, let them fall open where they will, read from the first sentence that arrests the eye, set them back on the shelves with your own hands, arrange them on your own plan so that you at le...
But let me have silence always, in the centre of the shouting—that is essential! Let me have silence so that no pin may drop and not be heard, and not a whisper escape us for all our spouting, nor the needle's scratching upon this gramophone of a c...
An eye for an eye.” “That's a revenge thing, right? From some play.” “The Bible, darling. The Lord of all plays.
