It is, after all, not necessary to fly right into the middle of the sun,
but it is necessary to crawl to a clean little spot on earth where the sun sometimes shines
and one can warm oneself a little.
~ Franz Kafka, from Letter to His Father
Notes:
Awake —
What are these quick shots of warmth,
Fractals of forests
That wind through my limbs?
~ Alan Lightman, from Song of Two Worlds
Notes:
I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday.
It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain.
You can feel the silent and invisible life.
― Marilynne Robinson, Gilead: A Novel
Notes: Quote: Thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels. Photo: Celeste Mookherjee
I uncross my legs
to find, with a bare foot,
that sun has warmed the stone.
I partake of the sun.
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And the stone.
— Rebecca Lindenberg, excerpt of Dispatches from an Unfinished World
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If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, quieter, warmer.
~ Dag Hammarskjöld
Dag Hammarskjöld (1905-1961) was a Swedish diplomat, economist, and author. The second Secretary-General of the United Nations, he served from April 1953 until his death in a plane crash in September 1961. He is one of just three people to be awarded a posthumous Nobel Peace Prize. After Hammarskjöld’s death, U.S. president John F. Kennedy regretted that he opposed the UN policy in the Congo and said: “I realise now that in comparison to him, I am a small man. He was the greatest statesman of our century.”
Image Credit. Quote Source: Journal of a Nobody.
“Soon, I will feel that sweet, spring breeze, gently coaxing the flowers to give up their scents.”
Source: Julien Douvier via Madame Scherzo
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