“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
Kurt Vonnegut once said, “I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim, or murmur, or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’” I thought of this quote not long ago during one such moment, and I did just that- it wasn’t an emphatic exclamation, but a contented vocalization: “I’m happy.” And that was the first time I can ever recall recognizing happiness at it’s exactness.
“I hold [a] creed…which I seldom mention, but in which I delight, and to which I cling, for it extends hope to all; it makes eternity a rest.”
I’m not politically-inclined. I’m far too interested in other, far more trivial matters. Some day when I grow up, maybe I’ll give more credence to things of consequence. Continue reading
“No man was ever eloquent by trying to be eloquent, but only by being so.”
George Henry Lewes
Certain words, pairs of words, phrases- reading them makes me feel more real. I love the art that lies within an eloquent, silent elocution of prose. At times I find nothing more stirring than a string of carefully chosen words.
January 8, 1935 – August 16, 1977
I’ll remember you
Long after this endless summer has gone
I’ll be lonely oh so lonely
Living only to remember youI’ll remember too
Your voice as soft as the warm summer breeze
Your sweet laughter, mornings after
Ever after, I’ll remember you
To your arms someday I’ll return to stayTill then I will remember too
Every bright start we made wishes upon
Love me always, promise always
Oooh, you’ll remember too
I’ll remember you.
Peace and Love, my Love.