Wednesday, 31 August 2011

And I was green, greener than the hill
Where flowers grew and sun shone still
Now I’m darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Monday, 29 August 2011

But you stand there so nice,
in your blizzard of ice,
oh please let me come into the storm.

Sunday, 28 August 2011

Saturday, 27 August 2011

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts …

Friday, 26 August 2011

Thursday, 25 August 2011

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

For most of us, there is only the unattended 
Moment, the moment in and out of time, 
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight, 
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning 
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply 
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music 
While the music lasts.

Monday, 22 August 2011

Sunday, 21 August 2011

History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

Saturday, 20 August 2011

Friday, 19 August 2011

Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of 
whatsoever is grave and constant in human suffering 
and unites it with the human sufferer.

Thursday, 18 August 2011

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am; 
Mælstrom of passions in that hidden sea 
Whose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me; 
And in small compass the dark waters cram.

Tuesday, 16 August 2011

Monday, 15 August 2011

You are gone
and I am with you:
this will never come again.

Sunday, 14 August 2011

Saturday, 13 August 2011

Look at the sky, but it's empty now;
look at the sea, it holds nothing but despair.
I raise my eyes, but my head stays bowed...
I look to my side, but you're not there.

Friday, 12 August 2011

Thursday, 11 August 2011

Just take this longing from my tongue 
all the lonely things my hands have done. 
Let me see your beauty broken down 
like you would do for one your love.

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

No man was ever wise by chance.

Monday, 8 August 2011

Sunday, 7 August 2011

The birds they sang
at the break of day.
"Start again"
I heard them say.
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.

Saturday, 6 August 2011

Friday, 5 August 2011

Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again.

Thursday, 4 August 2011

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. 
Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the centre.

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Monday, 1 August 2011

If you make people think they're thinking, they'll love you;
but if you really make them think they'll hate you.