:: Anaïs Nin ::
“I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.”
:: Vincent van Gogh ::
1. favorable or promoting health; healthful.
2. promoting or conducive to some beneficial purpose; wholesome.
“The plays and sports of children as as salutary to them as labor and work are to grown persons.”
~ Samuel Richardson ~
“The thing always happens that you really believe in; and the belief in a thing makes it happen.”
:: Frank Lloyd Wright ::
-verb (used without object)
1. to move restlessly or aimlessly from one place to another: to gad about.
2. the act of gadding.
1425-75; late Middle English gadden, perhaps back formation from gadeling companion in arms, fellow (in 16th century, vagabond, wanderer), Old English gædeling, derivative of gæd fellowship; see gather, -ling1
“Younger sisters are almost different beings from elder ones, but thank God it quite and unaffectedly without repining or envy that I see my elder sister gad about and visit, etc. –when I rest at home.”
~ Frances Burney ~
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
:: Anais Nin ::
“Great literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree.”
:: Ezra Pound ::
1. utterly hopeless, miserable, humiliating, or wretched: abject poverty.
2. contemptible; despicable; base-spirited: an abject coward.
3. shamelessly servile; slavish.
4. Obsolete . cast aside.
1400-50; late Middle English < Latin abjectus thrown down (past participle of abicere, abjicere ), equivalent to ab- ab + -jec– throw + -tus past participle suffix
“It was as though some part of him obscurely desired to accept defeat and misery, were anxious to make abjection even more abject.”
~ Aldous Huxley ~
“Of all the needs (there are non imaginary) a lonely child has, the one that must be satisfied, if there is going to be hope and a hope of wholeness, is the unshaken need for an unshakable God.”
:: Maya Angelou ::
an inferior poet; a writer of indifferent verse.
“‘Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.”
~ Ben Johnson ~
British dramatist, poet