Category Archives: Literature

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time…under the rocks are words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters. – A River Runs Through It and Other Stories,Continue reading “Some of the Words”

For life, too, is only the dissolving of our souls into the souls of all others, as if bestowing a gift. Only a dream, only a life, only wedding noises soaring in through the window. – Dr. Zhivago, Boris Pasternak

“Blessings on you, dear departed. I’m hoping to catch up with you, one of these days.” – Healing After Loss, Martha W. Hickman

And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. – I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, William Wordsworth

In three words, I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes on. – Robert Frost

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree…And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow…for always night and day, I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.Continue reading “Arise and Go”

Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter…I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it…I want to think again of dangerous and noble things, I want to be light and frolicsome, I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. –Continue reading “Dangerous and Noble Things”

It won’t be the same, I say, not being able to hear you talk. “Ah, talk . . . ” He closes his eyes and smiles. “Tell you what. After I’m dead, you talk. And I’ll listen.” – Tuesdays with Morrie, Mitch Albom

And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. – The Peace of Wild Things, Wendell Berry

Here, on the pulse of this new day You may have the grace to look up and out And into your sister’s eyes, and into Your brother’s face…And say simply Very simply With hope — Good morning. – Maya Angelou