The primitive human in me doesn’t want to be sitting here at a keyboard. It wants to be gathering wood or picking berries. If I must tell stories, let it be near a fire, sung as a poem, or pounded out on a drum. . In life as in the library — may the sweetest, ripest fruit always be just out of reach. . A cloudy morning for the eclipse. […]
I’ve lived a fair span; it would be greedy to depend on more; yet it isn’t good grace to count the years, or close the door. . Read the forty-third, forty-fourth, and forty-fifth chapters of Middlemarch. Read The Rambler, Numb. 9. Tuesday, April 17, 1750. Chuse what you are; no other state prefer. — Elphinston The philosopher may very justly be delighted with the extent of his views, and the […]
Upon returning from her early-morning walk, she said, “A raccoon, as big as a small bear.” . Rushing water, fluid sand, where the stream meets the sea. For an instant, there are two of me. But to keep my balance as I cross, I must mind my feet. . Potted the coleus cuttings. . Read chapters twenty-eight and twenty-nine of Middlemarch. . . . It is an uneasy lot at […]
Stop selling. Give yourself a break. Skip the cake. Try life instead. . [ 1819 ]
the little bird in her nest, the falling star, the drop of rain, the winding path — why do they look at me like that? . [ 1818 ]
Imagine flaming brightly, burning up in the atmosphere, and then understanding, that was your life. . [ 1816 ]
Rest in Peace — I’ve no fondness for the saying. It would make far better sense, when babies are born, To say, Live in Peace, and to conduct ourselves In such a way that the rest will be assured. . [ 1808 ]
It doesn’t take a very long sentence to say the light shining through the bars is not only beautiful, but enough. . [ 1807 ]
He peeled his life and put it in the stew. He peeled an onion. He peeled love. He peeled you. . [ 1804 ]
O, to read our autobiographies to the end, and arrive at our original perfection! . [ 1802 ]
William Michaelian 