#splinter

I'm going to fall in love with an artist. And we'll have two kids and live in the country. A quiet life, so we can hear our muses and answer when they call. Tipping up my chin to meet his gaze, he gives me a tender, starlit smile - one that melts my insides. "I like your version better. ↗

— A.G. Howard

#jeb #splintered #life

You don't know a ladder has splinters until you slide down it. ↗

— Bum Phillips

#know #ladder #slide #splinters #until

Some people have no business attending a dignified tea. Gawking as if I belong in a zoo, when they're the ones who have all the manners and the fashion sense of a monkey. ↗

— A.G. Howard

#business

Between speeches and awards, you can find something to do every other week. It's hard to write. Your focus gets splintered. Once you put one thing in your calendar, that month is gone. ↗

— August Wilson

#between #calendar #every #find #focus

Jen said some guy asked you but you didn't want to go. Why not?" I shrug. "I have this character flaw? Called dignity? ↗

— A.G. Howard

#jeb #lol #splintered #dignity

But, said Lewis, myths are lies, even though lies breathed through silver. No, said Tolkien, they are not. ...just as speech is invention about objects and ideas, so myth is invention about truth. We have come from God (continued Tolkien), and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they contain error, will also reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God. Indeed only by myth-making, only by becoming a 'sub-creator' and inventing stories, can Man aspire to the state of perfection that he knew before the Fall. Our myths may be misguided, but they steer however shakily towards the true harbour, while materialistic 'progress' leads only to a yawning abyss and the Iron Crown of the power of evil. You mean, asked Lewis, that the story of Christ is simply a true myth, a myth that works on us in the same way as the others, but a myth that really happened? In that case, he said, I begin to understand. ↗

— Humphrey Carpenter

#christ #myth #myths #splintered-light #sub-creator

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape. ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#day #each #glass #great #i

Sometimes a flame must level a forest to ash before new growth can begin. I believe Wonderland needed a scouring. ↗

— A.G. Howard

#splintered #growth