In one of those stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night. And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known… Continue reading Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Longing is not always a reciprocal thing. ― Kate DiCamillo, The Magician’s Elephant (Candlewick; First Edition, September 8, 2009)
The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings. ― J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird (Pook Press; Illustrated edition, February 25, 2013) Originally published January 1, 1902.
Never give up…No one knows what’s going to happen next. ― L. Frank Baum
I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams… ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince. Published by Reynal & Hitchcock (U.S.), Gallimard (France),1943 (U.S.: English & French), (France, French, 1945).
I couldn’t live where there were no trees — something vital in me would starve. — L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams. (Bantam Books; Spl Col edition September 1992) Originally published 1919.
Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like. — Lemony Snicket, The Slippery Slope (A Series of Unfortunate Events, Book 10). (HarperCollins September 23, 2003)
Remember that all worlds draw to an end and that noble death is a treasure which no one is too poor to buy. ― C.S. Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Last Battle. (The Bodley Head 4 September 1956)
You – you alone will have the stars as no one else has them…In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night…You – only you – will… Continue reading Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the… Continue reading L.M. Montgomery
The Vale of Soul-Making 