a world full of weeping - 2014.12.30

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

~ W. B. Yeats
The Stolen Child

oh when the tides come rolling in - 2014.12.29

He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, 
nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish,
nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife.
He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach.
They played like young cats in the dusk
and he loved them as he loved the boy.

~ Ernest Hemingway,
The Old Man and the Sea

what tomorrow brings - 2014.12.28

no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . 
And then one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Great Gatsby

nostalgia is a female dog - 2014.12.27

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, 
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, 
In looking on the happy autumn fields, 
And thinking of the days that are no more.

~ Alfred Tennyson

a quiet little corner of the earth - 2014.12.24

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

~ Sara Teasdale

the sun comes out tomorrow - 2014.12.23

When I'm stuck with a day that's grey and lonely
I just stick up my chin and grin and say

~ Charles Strouse