#parable

No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden. ↗

— Thomas Jefferson

#culture #delightful #earth #garden #me

The fatted calf, the best Scotch, the hoedown could all have been his too, any time he asked for them except that he never thought to ask for them because he was too busy trying cheerlessly and religiously to earn them. ↗

— Frederick Buechner

#parable #prodigal-son #religious #business

Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind. Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things. Their language has been lost. But not the gestures. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#bark #gestures #hear #hearing #listen

It's amazing how, age after age, in country after country, and in all languages, Shakespeare emerges as incomparable. ↗

— M. H. Abrams

#after #age #country #emerges #how

The negative is comparable to the composer's score and the print to its performance. Each performance differs in subtle ways. ↗

— Ansel Adams

#composer #differs #each #negative #performance

In my photography, color and composition are inseparable. I see in color. ↗

— William Albert Allard

#composition #i #i see #inseparable #photography

In essence, the science of agronomy is inseparable from biology. ↗

— Trofim Lysenko

#biology #essence #inseparable #science

For the first time, individual hackers could afford to have home machines comparable in power and storage capacity to the minicomputers of ten years earlier - Unix engines capable of supporting a full development environment and talking to the Internet. ↗

— Eric S. Raymond

#capable #capacity #comparable #could #development

Parables, yes. We here are to lead life with woe. Tasting bitter. the Tai Chi instructor ↗

— Lynne Sharon Schwartz

#grief #parables #sorrow #tai-chi #life

The vibrations he felt in his sleep had nothing to do with his soul easing out of his body as he dreamily thought; they came solely from the weight and motion of the freight train rolling north to deliver fuel, furniture and other items having no relevance to Elijah’s life or his dreaming. On the metal rail his arm itched like a nose with a feeling that something bad was about to happen. In another life the sound of the train would have been reminiscent of certain songs by Muddy Waters or even Bruce Springsteen but not in this one. In this life the sound stabbed viciously against the night exactly like a human being demonstrating flawless disrespect for the life of another human being. --from short story ELIJAH’S SKIN ↗

— Aberjhani

#parables #philosophical-inquiry #short-fiction #short-story #dreams