You can tell people where you're from and who you are, which is who you are. But no one really knows you unless they were there. With the other girls, there's an understanding you don't have to explain.
Cathy in The Girls of Ames by Jeffrey Zaslow
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You can tell people where you're from and who you are, which is who you are. But no one really knows you unless they were there. With the other girls, there's an understanding you don't have to explain.
Cathy in The Girls of Ames by Jeffrey Zaslow
A Poison Tree
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine. And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
this is the quote Wordpress uses as a default to inspire its users to write. Shakespeare proves his relevance yet again--love it. P.S. and it worked! for me at least.
Life is a tragedy to those who feel and a comedy to those who think.
Moliere
a person should not be one without the other
gorgeous account of this city.
Recently, we stumbled upon this list of "fun" books that every woman should read in her 20s -- needless to say, if you're even a casual visitor to this space, the books (Confessions of a Shopaholic...
suggestions for the bookshelf.
beauty shot!
mmmmmm.
When I left Georgina, she was restoring the 200-year-old frescoes in her 200-year-old villa in Matera, slightly south of Naples.
"Go explore the old town," she said.
Her euphemism for "get lost for a while."
(Actually, her villa was young by Matera's standard, where I discovered many of the houses are carved from old caverns that are some 9,000 years old.)
After an exhausting day of "exploring," she later restored my spirit at Le Botteghe by arriving not in her plaster-spattered overhauls, but rather in a dress whose stunning color was more than able to compete with the Matera sunset.
The approving looks from diners at surrounding tables seemed to concur.
Georgina's Sunset Polka-Dot Dress (No. 3692). Long, graceful, sleeveless, vintage cut in 100% cotton. Fully lined in cotton. Invisible side seam zipper. Mid-calf length. Band collar leads into a slightly curved V. Shirring along waistband. Side seam pockets. Separate wide self-belt adds a graceful touch.
Timeless femininity punctuated with tiny, almost innocent, raised white dots. Imported.
-J.Peterman Catalogue http://www.jpeterman.com/c/images/jpeterman/WDR3692-BLKWHT-POMWHT-combo.jpg
To remain silent about your acts would make me an accomplice to your crimes.
Spoken by Nawal in Scorched by Wajdi Mouawad, translated by Linda Gaboriau
I have lived the the love I was meant to live.
Spoken by Nawal in Scorched by Wajdi Mouawad, translated by Linda Gaboriau
"To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness."
Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Ernest
They plunged their weapons into their sleep and they murdered the dreams of the men, women and children who were sleeping in the great cradle of the night!
Wajdi Mouawad, Scorched translated by Linda Gaboriau.
Excerpt from "Scorched" by Wajdi Mouawad
NAWAL: You didn't kill him, you saved our lives.
SAWDA: Those are just words, nothing but words.