September 2009
191 posts
inthemoodforlove:
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost 1874-1963, American [composed 1923]
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
A stage where every man must play...
– Antonio, The Merchant of Venice Act I, Scene i -Shakespeare 1564-1616 (via inthemoodforlove)
Why waste money on psychotherapy when you can listen to the B Minor Mass?
– Michael Torke b.1961, composer, American (via inthemoodforlove)
Then I asked: `Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?’ He...
– From The Marriage of Heaven and Hell - William Blake 1757-1827 poet, English (via inthemoodforlove)