Friday, September 14, 2012

Never I got so hurt-scared-lost, that the pain came out rushing through my mouth...

My only comfort I guess it's Hope... Hope that something might grow from a sadness so big, that the wind feels dispirited and the sun turned into melted sorrow.

“There is always the temptation in life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for years on end. It is all so self conscience, so apparently moral...But I won't have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous...more extravagant and bright. We are...raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or Lazarus.”
Annie Dillard

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