“In the library I felt better, words you could trust and look at till you understood them, they couldn’t change half way through a sentence like people, so it was easier to spot a lie.” Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit I don’t know anything about this quote except that I love […]
“To feel today what one felt yesterday isn’t to feel– it’s to remember today what was felt yesterday, to be today’s living corpse of what yesterday was lived and lost.” -Fernando Pessoa (Portuguese Poet) Maybe I’ve blogged this before. But whatever. It’s such a good quote. And it’s cool to me that his last name […]
We are apt to forget the mystical, supernatural touch of God. If you can tell where you got the call of God and all about it, I question whether you have ever had a call. The call of God does not come like that, it is much more supernatural. The realization of it in a […]
[Self-sacrifice] means not that we should live one life, but a thousand lives- binding ourselves to a thousand souls by the filaments of so loving a sympathy that their lives become ours. -B.B. Warfield, Imitating the Incarnation this is it, you guys. this. is. it.
I’ve never read Haroun and the Sea of Stories, but I really loved the quote from it that they used for this “treehouse”. I think the sentiment is one of the most beautiful I’ve heard in a while. “He looked into the water and saw that it was made up of a thousand thousand thousand and one […]
I went to Cheekwood for the first time a few days ago with my friend Carrie (don’t worry R.F. we’ll go again!) And their current exhibit “Treehouses” was so so fun! I think I’ll share some of my favorites with the quotes they attached to them. If you have a chance to go to Cheekwood, […]
So the other day at work I had the most ridiculous conversation with three of my sweet kindergartners. All girls as if the following conversation wouldn’t be enough proof. It all started because one of the 5 year olds kept talking about how one of the other 5 year olds was her boyfriend. It went […]
To feel today what one felt yesterday isn’t to feel– it’s to remember today what was felt yesterday, to be today’s living corpse of what yesterday was lived and lost. -Fernando Pessoa (Portuguese Poet) Man. Those poets know what’s up. Am I right?!
Dear whoever you might be, I’m still waiting patiently. I’ve been listening to The Civil Wars’ Barton Hollow on repeat for about a week now, and it’s just the sweetest, most lovely, wintery mix. Which is funny because it’s also the sweetest most lovely fall mix. And I’ll probably be saying the same thing come […]