Archive for September, 2013

On Traveling to Beautiful Places by Mary Oliver

Every day I’m still looking for God
and I’m still finding him everywhere,
in the dust, in the flowerbeds.
Certainly in the oceans,
In the islands that lay in the distance
Continents of ice, countries of sand
Each with its own set of creatures
And God, by whatever name.
How perfect to be aboard a ship with
Maybe a hundred years still in my pocket.
But it’s late, for all of us,
And in truth the only ship there is
Is the ship we are all on
Burning the world as we go.

 

Oliver, Mary. “On Traveling to Beautiful Places.” A Thousand Mornings. New York: Penguin, 2012. 67.

Coraline by Neil Gaiman – II

“You really don’t understand, do you?” she said. “I don’t want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted? Just like that, and it didn’t mean anything. What then?”

Gaiman, Neil. Coraline. New York: HarperCollins, 2002. 

Coraline by Neil Gaiman

It is always easier to be afraid of something you cannot see.
Gaiman, Neil. Coraline. New York: HarperCollins, 2002. 

The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket – III

All his life, Klaus had believed that if you read enough books, you could solve any problem, but now he wasn’t so sure.

Snicket, Lemony. The Bad Beginning. New York: HarperCollins, 1999. 88-89.

The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket – II

Sometimes, just saying that you hate something, and having someone agree with you, can make you feel better about a terrible situation.

Snicket, Lemony. The Bad Beginning. New York: HarperCollins, 1999. 32.

The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket

If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven’t, you cannot possibly imagine it.

Snicket, Lemony. The Bad Beginning. New York: HarperCollins, 1999. 11.

Work, Sometimes by Mary Oliver

[…] As for myself, I swung the door open. And there wasthe wordless, singing world. And I ran for my life.

-excerpt from
Oliver, Mary. “Work, Sometimes.” New and Selected Poems. Volume Two. Boston, MA: Beacon, 2005. 6. 

Devil in a Blue Dress by Walter Mosley

[She] was like a door that had been closed all my life; a door that all of a sudden flung open and let me in. My heart and chest opened as wide as the sky for that woman.

 

Mosley, Walter. Devil in a Blue Dress. New York: Norton, 1990. 157.