Helen Simonson is an English author who lives in the United States.
Life does often get in the way of one's reading.
Passion is all very well, but it wouldn't do to spill the tea.
The world is full of small ignorances. We must all do our best to ignore them and thereby keep them small, don't you think
I tell myself it does not matter what one reads-favorite authors, particular themes-as long as we read something. It is not even important to own the books.
I know something of shame. . . How can we not all feel it? We are all small-minded people, creeping about the earth grubbing for our own adventure and making the very mistakes for which we want to humiliate our neighbors. . . . . . I think we wake up every day with high intentions and by dusk we have routinely fallen short. Sometimes I think God created the darkness just so he didn't have to look at us all the time.
We are all small-minded people, creeping about the earth grubbing for our own advantage and making the very mistakes for which we want to humiliate our neighbors.
You cannot run away from what’s in your heart.
My neighbor Alice Pierce is fond of singing folk music to her garden plants. Thinks it makes them grow or something. The Major had often wondered how a wailing rendition of 'Greensleeves' would encourage greater raspberry production but Alice insisted that it worked far better than chemical fertilizers, and she did produce several kinds of fruit in pie-worthy quantitites. No sense of pitch, but plenty of enthusiasm, he added.
I later realized that this is my view of passion: It is rooted in genuine friendship. Chemistry may be two strangers exchanging smoldering looks—but passion has to be able to survive at least a twenty-minute conversation!
But it's not enough to be in love. It's about how you spend your days, what you do together, who you choose as friends, and most of all it's what work you do. . . Better to break both our hearts now than watch them wither away over time.
Only sometimes when we pick and choose among the rules we discover later that we have set aside something precious in the process.