but the most beautiful, she said, was to lie in the moonlight, on a sandbank, in the quiet sea, near the coast, and to gaze on a large town nearby, where the lights were twinkling like hundreds of stars; to listen to the sounds of the music, the noise of carriages, and the voices of human beings, and then to hear the merry bells peal out from the church steeples; and because she could not go near to all those wonderful things, she longed for them more than ever.
Hans Christian Andersen
Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Godspeed You Black Emperor!
we’ve been plowing our little field up here for a couple of years now, but the yard is still filled with rocks and dust and sick trees…so we bide our time, waiting for a purer kick to bloom…& the future is still bleak, uncertain and beautiful…and the van is gassed but the pistons are cracked, and when we close our eyes alls we can see is: open road, telephone poles, a sun that is always setting & a tangled up melody.
Godspeed You Black Emperor!
Godspeed You Black Emperor!
Labels:
adventure,
farming,
Godspeed you black emperor,
nature,
the future
Chiang Mai
Chiang Mai
The world is a book, those who do not travel read only one page
The world is a book, those who do not travel read only one page
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Nico
Now that I smile,
Now that I'm laughing even deeper inside.
Now that I see,
Now that I finally found the one thing I denied
It's now I know do I stay or do I go
And it is finally I decide
That I'll be leaving
In the fairest of the seasons.
Nico
Now that I'm laughing even deeper inside.
Now that I see,
Now that I finally found the one thing I denied
It's now I know do I stay or do I go
And it is finally I decide
That I'll be leaving
In the fairest of the seasons.
Nico
Whitman
O you youths, Western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,
Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,
Pioneers! O pioneers!
Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman
Labels:
adventure,
america,
being young,
poetic,
Whitman
Lewis
"Use?" replied Reepicheep. "Use, Captain? If by use you mean filling our bellies or our purses, I confess it would be no use at all. So far as I know we did not set sail to look for things useful but to seek honour and adventures. And here is as great an adventure as ever I heard of, and here, if we turn back, no little impeachment of all our honours."
CS Lewis
CS Lewis
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