He was my North, my South, my East and West, |
My working week and my Sunday rest, |
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; |
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. |
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; |
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; |
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. |
For nothing now can ever come to any good. W.H. Auden |
It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new.
But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful.
There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.
Alan Cohen
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
Groucho Marx
The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Pack up the Moon and Dismantle the Sun ..
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