"We don’t get tired of sausage. We love sausage!”
Most important, I hope you’ll see hazard only in those storm-clouds where it exists and live life more fully in the clear skies between them.
—Gavin de Becker, from The Gift of Fear (via the-final-sentence)
By which I learn to affirm
Truth’s light at strange turns of the mind’s road,
wrong turns that lead
over the border into wonder,
mistaken directions, forgotten signs
all bringing the soul’s travels to a place
of origin, a well
under the lake where the Muse moves.
—Denise Levertov, from “The Illustration - A Footnote” (via the-final-sentence)
" I’m a bee"