Sunday, April 04, 2004
"Each day is a little life; every waking and rising a little birth; every fresh morning a little youth; every going to rest and sleep a little death." — Arthur Schopenhauer
"I turn my head to sky rains falling, wash the wounds of numbness from my soul." — Carolyn McDade
"The cure for anything is salt water—sweat, tears, or the sea." — Isak Dinesen
"Behold how the evening now steals over the fields, the shadows of the trees creeping farther and farther into the meadow, and erelong the stars will come to bathe in these retired waters." — Henry David Thoreau
"What a lovely surprise to discover how un-lonely being alone can be." — Ellen Burstyn
"I turn my head to sky rains falling, wash the wounds of numbness from my soul." — Carolyn McDade
"The cure for anything is salt water—sweat, tears, or the sea." — Isak Dinesen
"Behold how the evening now steals over the fields, the shadows of the trees creeping farther and farther into the meadow, and erelong the stars will come to bathe in these retired waters." — Henry David Thoreau
"What a lovely surprise to discover how un-lonely being alone can be." — Ellen Burstyn














