Being in love changes your eyes, and your eyes change everything.
Beth Kirby
From her blog, Local Milk
12.28.2013
12.01.2013
The Yielding of Mountains
"It is not remarkable that Everest did not yield to the first few attempts; ... for that is not the way of great mountains. .. The Mountain still holds the master card, that it will grant success only in it's own good time." Eric Shipton Upon that Mountain
All told, I'd spend less than five minutes on the roof of the world.
As quoted by and written in
Into Thin Air
Jon Krakauer
All told, I'd spend less than five minutes on the roof of the world.
As quoted by and written in
Into Thin Air
Jon Krakauer
11.29.2013
Between the Lines
Prisms ... prove that even the whitest daylight lives packed with secret wild colors.
Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All
Allan Gurganus
Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All
Allan Gurganus
11.28.2013
But War Has Not Retired From Me
The colonel in charge of the battery wore his nut-brown uniform as if he had a grudge against it ... This fight was loud and ugly and waged by men who burped and drank and leered at your mother. These are our heroes, I told you there, standing on the levee watching the cannon rock back in its carriage. ... I have retired from war but it has not retired from me.
A Separate Country
Robert Hicks
A Separate Country
Robert Hicks
Coffee in the Mountains
"Coffee in the Mountains."
I read that phrase on a website recently and it just clicked with me. I wanted to save it.
3.10.2013
Traveling Well
This blazing freedom to come and go on a whim and a wing. For her it was a kind of hallucinogen. The drug must be administered haphazardly if it is to lead to a sense of the strangeness of the new place that breaks down all the carefully assembled bits and pieces that make up the person you thought you were. In order to travel well, it is essential to be able to get seriously lost.
She did this brilliantly.
My Mother's Lovers
Christopher Hope
She did this brilliantly.
My Mother's Lovers
Christopher Hope
2.10.2013
On Love
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
This Side of Paradise
F. Scott Fitzgerald
This Side of Paradise
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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