Rain

 

 

“Being soaked alone is cold.

Being soaked with your best friend is an adventure.”

 

Emily Wing Smith

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Sam Shepard

One of the most inspiration play-writes past away today…I’m am sad.

“I’m a great believer in chaos. I don’t believe that you start with a formula and then you fulfill the formula. Chaos is a much better instigator, because we live in chaos — we don’t live in a rigorous form.”

— Sam Shepard in conversation with Clare Dwyer-Hogg, 2013
(I found this on Bustle)

 

“When you consider all the writers who never even had a machine. Who would have given an eyeball for a good typewriter. Any typewriter. All the ones who wrote on a matchbook covers. Paper bags. Toilet paper. Who had their writing destroyed by their jailers. Who persisted beyond all odds.”

– Sam Shepard, True West

love

 

“Dogs are our link to paradise.

They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent.

To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden,

where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.”

 

Milan Kundera

 

 

Potter Prelude

Just a little bit of indulgence, here are two of my favorite quotes from J.K. Rowling.

 

 

“We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

 

 

 

“You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

 

So that you can come back…

This is one of my newest favourite quotes about traveling and I feel a beautiful truth within it.  Feel free to leave your favourite quotes below as well.

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back.

So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too.

Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”

 

Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

Sunshine!

“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”

Maud Hart Lovelace