Thursday 30 August 2018

And so to bed...

Some more of my "end of day" quotes with added pictures.










And so to bed... quote for tonight is from Dick Tahta:

Seeing is not always used to mean looking with your eyes ... When we use our eyes we often see what we have already foreseen. We look at objects and see them in a perspective that we have learned to impose on our view. It has taken the experiments of modern artists, and the study of psychologists of the child’s view of the world, to remind us that it is possible to see in many other ways.
 


















And so to bed... quote for tonight is from John Masefield: 

Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland,
On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf,
Where the bent grass beats upon the unplowed poorland
And the pine-woods roar like the surf. 













And so to bed... quote for tonight is from Oksana Rus:

At the end of the day…we are anchoring into the peaceful lagoon, smiling at the majestic sun and its flirting rays, slowly slipping into the glittering ballroom of immense night skies, sipping on the platinum moon liquor under the blues of rippling waves kissing my golden foot hanging over the board of gently rocking boat, and diving into the bed of galaxies whispering magical stories of their eternal lives connecting souls…till the dawn.













And so to bed... quote for tonight is from Alan Bradley: 

I dreamt of turrets and craggy ledges where the windswept rain blew in from the ocean with the odor of violets. A pale woman in Elizabethan dress stood beside my bed and whispered in my ear that the bells would ring. An old salt in an oilcloth jacket sat atop a piling, mending nets with an awl, while far out at sea a tiny aeroplane winged its way towards the setting sun. 












And so to bed... quote for tonight comes from David Paul Kirkpatrick:

I have always quested and still do for the Holy Grail, but I stopped looking in the earthen caves and in the stars. I started questing through the valleys and mountains of my own soul.

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