a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Today is about quotes. As long as I remember, I’ve collected them. In my mind, in the secret diary, pasted on the walls of my closet and most recently, pinning them one of my most favourite boards on Pinterest. Tough job having to pick three of the so many that I love. But here are my top picks: “And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you … Continue reading “Day 4# “Quote, Unquote”” →
I was just spending another afternoon watching one of my favourite television series – Criminal Minds. Those who think of it to be full of violence and meaningless bloodshed couldn’t be more wrong. The core of the series is the people. As it is in life. The friendships, the laughter, the things they say to each other while they try to get through their lives. As it happens with the … Continue reading “Let It Be Me” →
Washington Irving said, “There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and of unspeakable love.” ***
What though the radiance which was once so brightBe now for ever taken from my sight,Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather findStrength in what remains behind; — I came across this verse by Wordsworth yesterday. He talks about the overcoming. The absolute necessity to stand up once you have fallen, time and again. The deriving strength … Continue reading “Glory in the Flower” →