Destiny plans a different route and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.
We live in our own world , A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge.
Poetry is that which arrives at the intellect by way of the heart.
To live in Wales is to be conscious at dusk of the spilled blood that went into the making of the wild sky
The meaning is in the waiting.
The silence holds with its gloved hand the wild hawk of the mind.
Ah, what balance is needed at the edges of such an abyss. I am left alone on the surface of a turning planet. What to do but, like Michelangelo 's Adam, put my hand out into unknown space, hoping for the reciprocating touch?
Don't follow leaders.
I was a Stalinist in the '30s. I had come from a Russian revolutionary family who simply were elated by the fact that the Czar was overthrown by this group known as the Bolsheviks. My family identified with anybody who overthrew the Czar. So they identified themselves intuitively with Bolshevism.
Something I'll always remember - when I was a kid, I shook hands with Orville Wright. Forty years later, I shook hands with Neil Armstrong. The guy that invented the airplane and the guy that walked on the moon. In a lifetime, that's kinda wild when you think about it.
Even if you've sworn to yourself never to read vampire fiction again, do yourself the favor of reading Motherless Child. Glen Hirshberg has crafted a compelling, heartbreaking thriller full of character, grit, and sorrow. Bravo