love's memory

Sep 22 2008
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In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.

~Terry Pratchett

Aug 26 2008
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That’s all the motorcycle is, a system of concepts worked out in steel.

~Robert M. Pirsig

Aug 13 2008
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I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.  My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.  It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit

Aug 07 2008
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Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.  A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all’s right with the world.

~Ada Louise Huxtable

Jul 09 2008
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“I stand for freedom of expression, doing what you believe in, and going after your dreams.”

—Madonna
Jul 02 2008
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I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there.


~John Vance Cheney

Jun 20 2008
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Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.

~Anne Frank

Jun 10 2008
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“A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking”

—Arthur Bloch
May 29 2008
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You must be absolutely honest and true in the depicting of a totem for meaning is attached to every line. You must be most particular about detail and proportion.

—Emily Carr

Apr 15 2008
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“It’s spring fever…. You don’t quite know what it is you DO want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”

 Mark Twain
Apr 10 2008
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The dog is the only animal that has seen his god. 

~Author Unknown

Apr 05 2008
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“To create a little flower is the labour of ages.”

—William Blake
Apr 02 2008
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“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.”

—Orson Welles

Mar 28 2008
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Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. 

~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke

Mar 04 2008
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Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering…
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