Tag: daily quotes

From the Gram

I can’t remember if I mentioned this yet or not, but I created a special Instagram page to post complementary content for this blog. I really enjoy doing amateur graphic design work so being able to churn out simple, sleek, and stylish graphics with relative ease is a definite mood booster. I probably won’t cross-post everything I put on there because I want it to be complementary, not identical, but I couldn’t help but share the one below. Enjoy.

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Quote for the Day: September 11th, 2021

She [Lucy] loved Christ for his suffering, for what they had in common. With all his strength, even Christ had asked if this burden could be lifted from him. The idea that pain was not a random thing, but a punishment of the evil upon the good, the powerful upon the weak, gave her something to rage against. After all, what is the point of being angry at nature when nature could care less? If you cried against barbarism, then at least you were standing up to a consciousness that could hypothetically be shaped. When Lucy believed that there were actually things in the world that were worse than what had happened to her, she could pull herself up on this knowledge like a rope. When she lost sight of it, she sank.

Ann Patchett, Truth & Beauty: [A Friendship]

Poem for the Day: September 10th, 2021

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314) by Emily Dickinson 

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

Haiku XIII

Haiku XIII by Fred Slusher 

Electric city. 
Love boats made planks on the rocks. 
Ruin, my one song.

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