#echoes

[...]we are all as full of echoes as a rocky wood--echoes of the past, reflex echoes of the future, and echoes of the soil (these last reverberating through our filmiest dreams, like the sound of thunder in a blossoming orchard). ↗

— Mary Webb

#inspirational #dreams

Ever notice how Christians quote the Old Testament more then the New Testament? That's so they can say mean things, talk bad about the queers and such. New Testament, that's the Christian book. The stuff in red, that's Jesus talk. That's what they're supposed to live their life by, but, no, they like the God of the Old Testament, the mean, judgmental one, before he was on Zoloft. ↗

— Joe R. Lansdale

#life

You have to imagine a waiting that is not impatient because it is timeless. ↗

— R.S. Thomas

#imagine #impatient #return #slow #timeless

There are wonders to behold in our world that few will ever experience…Wonders capable of providing an artist inspiration for a lifetime; Wonders to make the world into a place of beauty, and wonders that show us the connections we all share. We each enter our lives like a drop of water into a still ocean, spreading out with each experience in waves, touching the lives of each and every person we meet; and they, in turn, share their lives and experiences with us. ↗

— Alex G. Zarate

#cat-rule-chronicles #echoes-of-innocence #linked #ripples-of-mind #beauty

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#echoes #emptiness #hear #hearing #literature

What you look like and how great you are rarely go hand in hand. Otherwise, we’d have no trouble judging good men from bad, now would we? ↗

— Dew Pellucid

#the-sound-and-the-echoes #inspirational

The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts. ↗

— John Greenleaf Whittier

#book #charm #contains #dwells #echoes

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart. ↗

— Eliza Cook

#echoes #heart #how #memory #old

You flatter me, my dear girl." He demurred playfully with a small bow. Rose always cheered him up. "You've got a nice bum." She shrugged with a bright, cheerful grin. Seeing her happy was always a pleasure. "That opinion seems to run in your family. Your father said the same to me on numerous occasions. Sadly, he followed it up with 'but it's in the way of the television'." Eric smiled wryly ↗

— Cecilia Ryan

#family

It was an amazing garden like nothing Will had ever seen. Everything was covered in snow and glittering ice, the winding paths, the clusters of trees and what looked like mazes. And here and there blue fountains splashed and a river meandered between them, though the water didn’t look like water at all but like a stream of sapphires. And strangest of all was how see-through everything looked, trees showing through trees, the river showing through heaps of snow. It was all like a daydream, half imagination, half reality. But Will knew that it was real. ↗

— Dew Pellucid

#the-sound-and-the-echoes #winter #imagination