quote

If you haven't noticed: I like quotes. (If you hadn't noticed, you are very unobservant.) These two quotes are both by Mercedes Lackey.

“And I try to make all of my characters, even the `evil magicians,' something more than flat stereotypes. Even evil magicians get up in the night and look for cookies, sometimes.”

“I suppose that in everything I write I try to expound the creed I gave my character Diana Tregarde in Burning Water: "There's no such thing as `one, true way'; the only answers worth having are the ones you find for yourself; leave the world better than you found it. Love, freedom, and the chance to do some good -- they're the things worth living and dying for, and if you aren't willing to die for the things worth living for, you might as well turn in your membership in the human race."”

L'amant quote

"Elle a l'odeur délicieuse de la terre mouillée apres l'orage" (French. = She had the delicious sent of wet earth after a storm.)

That is a quote from L'amant (The Lover) by Marguerite Duras. It comes from my favorite passage in the entire book--when the mom is washing the whole house. It's beautifully written.

Poetic Prose

Divine words from Heaven haunted my fragile ears with faint whisperings. The stars twinkled like laughing eyes, glittering in the eternal black. They provided a sharp contrast to the dark, empty ocean beside me. Without a word, the voice of the gods in my ears, I walked into the ocean. I didn't look back and I didn't hold my breath.

So I possibly wrote that. On the other hand, maybe I didn't. I don't know where it came from if I didn't write it. But I don't remember writing it either. It's good in either case. If I did write it, I'm proud of myself. If it's from someplace else, I'm impressed. If you know where it's from, let me know. Someone suggested The Awakening by Kate Chopin, but I've never read it.

John Keats--poetry quotes

"[...] on the shore/Of thewide world I stand alone, and think/Till love and fame to nothingness do sink" ("When I have fears")

"on the shores of darkness there is light [...] There is a budding morrow in midnight" ("To Homer")

"numerous as shadows" and "[...]the honey'd middle of teh night" and "yearning like a god in pain" and Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain" and "The bliss of her dream so pure and deep" and "etheral[...] throbbing star" and "Into her dream he melted, [...]" and "sleeping dragons" (from "Eve of St. Agnes")

"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness" and "[...] thou hast thy music too,--/While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,/And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue" ("To Autumn")

"Let me not wander in a barren dream;/But, when I am consumed in the fire,/Give me new phoenix wings to fly at my desire." ("On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again")

" [...] a shadow of a manitude" ("On Seeing the Elgin Marbles")

"Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!" and "But on the viewless wings of Poesy" and "the same that oft-times hath/Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam/Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn" and "Was it a vision, r a waking dream?" (Ode to a Nightengale")

"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard/Are sweeter still; therefore, ye soft pipes play on;/Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties fo no tone" and "'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,'--that is all/Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." ("Ode on a Grecian Urn")

"Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave" ("Ode on Melancholy")

Poem_The Last Drop

This is a poem (a rough poem) that I wrote. It starts out very depressed (as you will see) because that was what I was feeling, but I forced myself to end it not so morbidly as I would have liked at the time. It is a poem about hope. As my entry title says, the poem is called "The Last Drop."

The Last Drop

One las drop of blood spilling out my veins
The last drop of hope long gone
Last drop of water in the desert dry
Despair sets in, Desperation takes hold
Last drop of light before darkened sky
Dejection knocks and Forlorn gets bold
Last drop of dark before the bright
Pain walks up and Trial begins
Last drop of warmth before cold's blight
Gloom keeps house and Melancholy wins
Last drop of blood, spilling out my veins
Last drop of hope long gone
One last drop; it is the most precious of all
Treasure it, drink it in, banish anguish
The last drop is the strongest drop
Last drop of blood, about to drip from veins
Last drop of hope long gone
Last drop of blood, not yet drawn
Last drop of hope held in iron chains

Pirandellism

Pirandellism: the idea that there are as many truths as there are points of view. The word was coined from the name of Italian author Luigi Pirandello. I found this interesting because, at heart, all Unitarian Universalists are pirandellists. We have to be or it doesn't work. Our "doctrine," if you will, is that there are many truths and that what I believe to be true is not the same as what you believe to be true, but that that's OK. I really like this idea. Not only do I like this idea, but I also believe it. Not to mention it will mean that, seeing as there are many truths, I'm always right. ;P-

Quote: Federico Fellini, Italian Film person

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life. Federico Fellini