Thursday, 28 September 2017

And so to bed

And so to bed.... my usual collection of quotes, originally posted on Facebook, but with pictures added of authors.

And to to bed... quote for tonight is from Monica Baldwin:

The Sussex lanes were very lovely in the autumn . . . spendthrift gold and glory of the year-end . . . earth scents and the sky winds and all the magic of the countryside which is ordained for the healing of the soul.

And so to bed... quote for tonight is from William Lyon Phelps:

One should have one's own bookshelves, which should not have doors, glass windows, or keys; they should be free and accessible to the hand as well as to the eye. The best of mural decorations is books; they are more varied in color and appearance than any wallpaper, they are more attractive in design, and they have the prime advantage of being separate personalities, so that if you sit alone in the room in the firelight, you are surrounded with intimate friends.

And so to bed... quote for tonight is from Aldous Huxley:

People often ask me what the most effective technique for transforming their life is. It is a little embarrassing that after years and years of research and experimentation, I have to say that the best answer is — just be a little kinder.

And so to bed... as St Aubin sees Brian Clarke's Kindness Festival, here is an appropriate quote from Mark Twain:

Kindness is a language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see.

And so to bed... quote for tonight comes from Basil the Great:

A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.

And so to bed... quote for today is from Ursula le Guin:

The dragon said: "The sense has gone out of things. There is a hole in the world and the sea is running out of it. The light is running out. We will be left in the dry land. There will be no more speaking and no more dying." So at last I saw what he would say to me.

And so to bed... quote for tonight is from Ian Caldwell:

Hope...which is whispered from Pandora's box only after all the other plagues and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is only time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion.

And so to bed... quote for tonight is from Madeleine L'Engle:

I, who live by words, am wordless when
I try my words in prayer. All language turns
To silence. Prayer will take my words and then
Reveal their emptiness. The stilled voice learns
To hold its peace, to listen with the heart
To silence that is joy, is adoration.
The self is shattered, all words torn apart
In this strange patterned time of contemplation
That, in rime, breaks time, breaks words, breaks me,
And then, in silence, leaves me healed and mended.
I leave, returned to language, for I see
Through words, even when all words are ended.
I, who live by words, am wordless when
I turn me to the Word to pray. Amen.

And so to bed... quote for tonight is from William Shakespeare:

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

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