i read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. it never crossed my mind that that person could be me. (anna quindlen)
a lover doesn’t figure the odds. he figures he came clean from god as a gift without a reason, so he gives without cause or calculation or limit. a conventionally religious person behaves a certain way to achieve salvation. a lover gambles everything, the self, the circle around the zero! he or she cuts and [...]
the sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. one should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea. (anne morrow lindbergh)
tomorrow, i will be heading east, until i reach the shore. goodbye to deadlines and agendas, commutes and traffic, meetings and conference calls. hello to laughter and sandy beaches, late nights and bike rides, boardwalks and seagulls. every year, i return to the shore, along with my family, to relax and recharge, to listen as [...]
we hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. and for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine providence, we mutually pledge [...]
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