Thursday, October 5, 2006

Overdue quotes of the day
I used to blog quotes all the time, but have been negligent lately.
Here's a couple for today:
"We turn not older with years, but newer every day." -- Emily Dickinson (quite a trick for most of us, do you think?)
"The problem with political jokes is they get elected." -- Henry Cate VII (couldn't resist this one in light of the news this week)
"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives." -- William Dement, in Newsweek, 1959 (my dreams are so interesting. The other night I dreamed (again) Tim McGraw was my boyfriend. Now, that's insane!)

Annual reprinting of the poem that echoes through my mind all fall:
Sonnet LXXIII, William Shakespeare

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold”

THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day 5
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, 10
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

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