Quotations

"For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green. I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and people who will see a world that I shall never know. But all the while I sit and think of times there were before, I listen for returning feet and voices at the door." - J. R. R. Tolkien

‘Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.’ - W. B. Yeats

"There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides, met
To view the last of me, a living frame
For one more picture! in a sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew. Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came." - Robert Browning

"Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light!" - Dylan Thomas

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty- that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know"

"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health,
and quiet breathing." - John Keats

"Out beyond ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing there is a field. I'll meet you there." - Rumi

"The thought manifests as the word. The word manifests as the deed. The deed develops into habit. And the habit hardens into character. So watch the thought and its ways with care. And let it spring from love, born out of concern for all beings." -Buddha

"When you have reached the mountain top, then shall you begin to climb." - Gibran

I shot a smile into the air
It came to Earth, I know not where,
Perhaps on someone else's face
In some forgotten quiet place.
Perhaps somewhere a sleeping child
Has had a happy dream and smiled
Or some old soul about to die
Has smiled and made a little sigh;
Has sighed a simple final prayer
Which lifts up gently in the air
And flows into the world, so wild,
Perhaps to wake the sleeping child.