You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.
(~Annie Proulx)
Friday, June 10, 2016
What the future held for her she didn't know. Of two things only she was certain. There would be children-her own or other people's-and there would be books.
(~Alice Dalgliesh)
"When I Think of My Father"
It is akin to the guilt the survivor feels at being the one who somehow someway endured the accident that thieved the lives of so many others. That’s how it sometimes feels when I think of my father. Why can I give testimony of this man’s unbroken worship when so many others are wrecked again and again by the men who gave them their legal names? I have no answers. I simply limp along a witness pulled somehow someway from the flames by a flawed good man. This is not only my story. This is my song. (~John Blase: The Beautiful Due Blog)
It is akin to the guilt the survivor feels at being the one who somehow someway endured the accident that thieved the lives of so many others. That’s how it sometimes feels when I think of my father. Why can I give testimony of this man’s unbroken worship when so many others are wrecked again and again by the men who gave them their legal names? I have no answers. I simply limp along a witness pulled somehow someway from the flames by a flawed good man. This is not only my story. This is my song. (~John Blase: The Beautiful Due Blog)
Saturday, May 14, 2016
Even mourning takes practice: resisting the distractions that insulate us from facing up to the tragedy of the world in which we find ourselves, we need to teach our children to mourn for neighbors who bear the brunt of injustice, even though we grieve as those with hope (I Thess. 4:13). Sometimes in this fallen world the best thing we can do is teach our children how to be sad.
(~James K. A. Smith, You Are What You Love)
One comfort that I relish is a letter from a close friend. The surprise of the letter in the day's mail, the recognition of her handwriting on the envelope, the ritual of getting settled into my chair and reading and rereading her carefully chosen words.
(~Deborah Chappell)
(~Deborah Chappell)
People can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.
(~Saul Bellow)
That's what literature is. It's the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death! Listen to them!
(~Connie Willis)
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