Women stand related to beautiful nature around us, and the enamoured youth mixes their form with moon and stars, with woods and wa...ters, and the pomp of summer. They heal us of awkwardness by their words and looks. We observe their intellectual influence on the most serious student. They refine and clear his mind: teach him to put a pleasing method into what is dry and difficult.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it dow...n.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We carry adolescence around in our bodies all our lives. We get through the Car Crash Age alive and cruise through our early twent...ies as cool dudes, wily, dashing, winsome . . . shooting baskets, the breeze, the moon, and then we try to become caring men, good husbands, great fathers, good citizens.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When we choose to be parents, we accept another human being as part of ourselves, and a large part of our emotional selves will st...ay with that person as long as we live. From that time on, there will be another person on this earth whose orbit around us will affect us as surely as the moon affects the tides, and affect us in some ways more deeply than anyone else can. Our children are extensions of ourselves in ways our parents are not, nor our brothers and sisters, nor our spouses.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
She cried and prayed, but what good are prayers and orations when comes this last hour that the Book talks about: when the moon go...es out and the stars go out and the wax of the clouds masks the sun. When the courageous Negro says, "I am tired," and the Negress stops grinding the corn because she is tired. When there is a bird in the woods laughing like a rusty rattle and those who sing are sitting in a circle without a word and without a sound and those who cry run around Main Street and cry, "Help me, help me! because today we bury our man and he is going to the graveyard, to his tomb, to dust."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Though I am not much acquainted with the works of Goethe, I should say that it was one of his chief excellences as a writer, that ...he was satisfied with giving an exact description of things as they appeared to him, and their effect upon him. Most travelers have not self-respect enough to do this simply, and make objects and events stand around them as the centre, but still imagine more favorable positions and relations than the actual ones, and so we get no valuable report from them at all. In his "Italian Travels" Goethe jogs along at a snail's pace, but always mindful that the earth is beneath and the heavens are above him. His Italy is not merely the fatherland of lazzaroni and virtuosi, and scene of splendid ruins, but a solid turf-clad soil, daily shined on by the sun, and nightly by the moon. Even the few showers are faithfully recorded. He speaks as an unconcerned spectator, whose object is faithfully to describe what he sees, and that, for the most part, in the order in which he sees it. Even his reflections do not interfere with his descriptions.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In warm evenings I frequently sat in the boat playing the flute, and saw the perch, which I seem to have charmed, hovering around ...me, and the moon travelling over the ribbed bottom, which was strewed with the wrecks of the forest. Formerly I had come to this pond adventurously, from time to time, in dark summer nights, with a companion, and, making a fire close to the water's edge, which we thought attracted the fishes, we caught pouts with a bunch of worms strung on a thread, and when we had done, far in the night, threw the burning brands high into the air like skyrockets, which, coming down into the pond, were quenched with a loud hissing, and we were suddenly groping in total darkness. Through this, whistling a tune, we took our way to the haunts of men again. But now I had made my home by the shore.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Just walking around, An object of curiosity to some,... But you are too preoccupied By the secret smudge in the back of your soul To say much, and wander around, Smiling to yourself and others.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When I was a kid I used to tell myself the moon was a silver gong and if I could climb high enough to beat on it with both hands a...ll my wishes would come true.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »