My Lord, I Am Guilty of This...Am I Ever Guilty of This!...................
Whatever sentence will bear to be read twice we can be sure was thought twice. -- H.D. Thoreau, 1842 Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail yes I would if I could, I surely would
I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder while I was hoeing in a village garden; I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance than I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn. H.D. Thoreau Epaulet -- A shoulder ornament, especially a fringed strap worn on military uniforms.... Sign in to see full entry.
I feel like I fit right in with these guys.................................
I never had a companion that was as companionable as solitude. H.D. Thoreau Sign in to see full entry.
Not much of this going on around here......................................
It takes two to speak the truth, one to speak and another to hear. --H.D. Thoreau Sign in to see full entry.
How I Belong Here, How I am an Integral part of Nature.....................
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower, drives my green age. -- Dylan Thomas Sign in to see full entry.
A Perfect Description of John Bolton.......................................
His eggyellow nicotine weeping walrus Victorian moustache was worn thick and long in memory of Dr. Crippen. -- Dylan Thomas Sign in to see full entry.
This describes you two what you look like at night.........................
Sleeping as quiet as death, side by wrinkled side, toothless, salt and brown, like two old kippers in a box. Dylan Thomas Sign in to see full entry.
Poor Ol' Kawlija, He never had a Kiss......................................
Gomer Owen kissed her once by the pig-sty while she wasn't looking, and never kissed her again although she was looking all the while. Dylan Thomas Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
When you lose your parent you grieve it....................................
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. --Dylan Thomas Sign in to see full entry.
The magic of love
Light breaks where no sun shines; where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides. Dylan Thomas Sign in to see full entry.