To dream the most lovely and precious of dreams– A vision of love and of life so dear,To travel a road that’s uncertain – full of strifeAnd bring beauty to life, make the unseen appearTo follow on a star only seen from afar And hope, when that hoped for is still out of sight,To love,…
My heart is full of inarticulate pain,And beats laboriously. Ungenial looksInvade my sanctuary. Men of gain,Wise in success, well-read in feeble books,Do not come near me now, your air is drear;'Tis winter and low skies when ye appear.Beloved, who love beauty and love truth!Come round me; for too near ye cannot come;Make me an atmosphere…
(This is a little long, but so good that it hardly matters. How good is a writer, when you find it incredibly difficult to cut down his thought into a small quote?) ‘I don’t like anything here at all,’ said Frodo, ‘step or stone, breath or bone. Earth, air and water all seem accursed. But…
It was Valentine’s Day, and I had woken up early. I had thought Hubby was up too, so I made us some coffee, but he had gone back to bed. So I had a little time to myself, which is always sweet. I love having a quiet moment of solitude in the morning, to pray,…
Courage! for life is hasting
To endless life away;
The inner fire, unwasting,
Transfigures our dull clay
See the stars melting, sinking,
In life wine, golden bright
We, of the splendour drinking,
Shall grow to stars of light.
Yesterday I received flowers – a late birthday surprise from some kind friends. So sweet, thoughtful, and completely wonderful. The sweetness in another heart thinking of you brings in that sweet sting of the real somehow; it adds that little touch of magic that raises it higher, and makes it feel like the Heart of…
Precious Dear Heart, you walk all alone And on and on, and on you go, With your restless soul all but unknown And your heart full of tears and woe Yet still you go on in spite of the dark Hoping inside that someday you’ll find, Amid all the spaces that cover this earth A…
“…Come away—With the fairies, hand in hand, For the world is more full of weeping Than you can understand.” —WB Yeats Chesterton, with the answer of Elf-land: From the Wood of the Old Wives’ Fables They glittered out of the grey, And with all the Armies of Elf-land I strove like a beast at…
From a letter to his father, on June 3, 1855: How does dear mother bear it? It must be a dreadful trial to her. Life grows so sad sometimes — “but there is the one who makes the joy the last in every song” and no trial is too sad which makes us look more…
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