“We carry our back the burden time always reveals; in the lonely light of morning; in the wound that would not heal. It’s the bitter taste of losing everything that I held so dear.” - Sarah McLachlan (born: 28 January 1968)
Thank you, everyone! High fives all around!
“We carry our back the burden time always reveals; in the lonely light of morning; in the wound that would not heal. It’s the bitter taste of losing everything that I held so dear.” - Sarah McLachlan (born: 28 January 1968)
“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.” - Jack London (died: 22 November 1916)
“We carry our back the burden time always reveals; in the lonely light of morning; in the wound that would not heal. It’s the bitter taste of losing everything that I held so dear.” - Sarah McLachlan (born: 28 January 1968)
“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.” - Jack London (born: 12 January 1876)
"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,/ Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,/ To the last syllable of recorded time;/ And all our yesterdays have lighted fools/ The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!/ Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,/ That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,/ And then is heard no more. It is a tale/ Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,/ Signifying nothing." - William Shakespeare The real Macbeth, King of Scotland, died on this day in 1057.
“Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.” - Gustave Flaubert (born: 12 December 1821)
“The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.” - Mary Oliver (born: 10 September 1935)
“Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.” - Gustave Flaubert (died: 8 May 1880)
OK, show of hands; who else is up at 0300 making Jello? Well, at least Alexa is providing great tunes. ;-)
"I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out… It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.“ - Charles Dickens (born: 7 February 1812)
“The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.” - Mary Oliver (died: 17 January 2019)
Tempus fugit, My Friends. Tempus fugit, indeed. (PS: Yes, that really is my voice.)
“Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to see, to find, and not to yield.” - Alfred Lord Tennyson (died: 6 October 1892)