“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep”
W. B. Yeats
“No, this is not the beginning of a new chapter in my life;
this is the beginning of a new book!
That first book is already closed, ended, and tossed into the seas;
this new book is newly opened, has just begun!
Look, it is the first page!
And it is a beautiful one!”
C. JoyBell C.
Sunrise offered a very beautiful spectacle;
the water was quite unruffled,
but the motion communicated by the tides was so great that,
although there was not a breath of air stirring,
the sea heaved slowly with a grand and majestic motion.
“Everyone runs around trying to find a place where they still serve breakfast
because eating breakfast, even if it’s 5 o’clock in the afternoon,
is a sign that the day has just begun and good things can still happen.
Having lunch is like throwing in the towel.”