“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.”
― Albert Einstein
Art – Frog Prince by Annie Stegg
“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.”
― Albert Einstein
Art – Frog Prince by Annie Stegg
“October is the month of painted leaves.” – Henry David Thoreau
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I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
– Vincent Van Gogh
Art – Kaoru Yamada (Japanese, 1975) Night
I chose the artwork because I believe it draws inspiration from Vincent, which does not make it less enticing and vibrant.
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I love answering questions on Quora. It is like gymnastics of the mind.
Imagination is a tricky thing. It does not breathe words all the time. Sometimes it is alive, and sometimes it is barely breathing.
When I have ideas, I write in a notebook or on my phone. After that, I transferred my thoughts to my blog.
You do not just sit at your desk and start writing a poem.
I love writing. For me, it is like living in a parallel world of my own making. Nevertheless, the walls of this new realm may sometimes appear blurry.
The idea for the following poem hit me when I looked out the window and felt the mellow shine of autumn glistening into the threes.
I don’t want the summer to end
I don’t want the summer to end
That is why I try to suspend
My thoughts of winters and grey
Garnering drops of snow and dismay.
I don’t want the summer to end
That is why I am hand in hand
With clouds and planets blue,
Roses and treasures that have no clue
Of corrupt winds and misty reign
In the apocalypse of rain.
I don’t want the summer to end…
Art – Daniel F. Gerhartz. Fair use
“You look at trees and called them “trees,” and probably you do not think twice about the word. You call a star a “star,” and think nothing more of it. But you must remember that these words, “tree,” “star,” were (in their original forms) names given to these objects by people with very different views from yours. To you, a tree is simply a vegetable organism, and a star simply a ball of inanimate matter moving along a mathematical course. But the first men to talk of “trees” and “stars” saw things very differently. To them, the world was alive with mythological beings. They saw the stars as living silver, bursting into flame in answer to the eternal music. They saw the sky as a jeweled tent, and the earth as the womb whence all living things have come. To them, the whole of creation was “myth-woven and elf patterned.”
– J.R.R. Tolkien
Art by Ian Miller.
“Life is amazing. And then it’s awful. And then it’s amazing again. And in between the amazing and awful it’s ordinary and mundane and routine. Breathe in the amazing, hold on through the awful, and relax and exhale during the ordinary. That’s just living heartbreaking, soul-healing, amazing, awful, ordinary life. And it’s breathtakingly beautiful.” – L.R. Knost
Art – Tsuchiya Koitsu, Yanagibashi, Woodblock print, Japan, 1934
“She knew how to hit to a hair’s breadth that moment of evening when the light and the darkness are so evenly balanced that the constraint of day and the suspense of night neutralize each other, leaving absolute mental liberty…At times her whimsical fancy would intensify natural processes around her till they seemed a part of her own story. Rather they became a part of it; for the world is only a psychological phenomenon, and what they seemed, they were. The midnight airs and gusts, moaning amongst the tightly wrapped buds and bark of the winter twigs, were formulae of bitter reproach. A wet day was the expression of irremediable grief at her weakness in the mind of some vague ethical being whom she could not class definitely as the God of her childhood, and could not comprehend as any other.”
― Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles
Art – Edwin Romanzo Elmer – An Imaginary Scene, 1892.
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The best love letters are, in my opinion, Vladimir Nabokov’s love letters to his wife Vera.
This was written in July 1923, a few months after they met.
“I won’t hide it: I’m so unused to being — well, understood, perhaps, — so unused to it, that in the very first minutes of our meeting I thought: this is a joke… But then… And there are things that are hard to talk about — you’ll rub off their marvelous pollen at the touch of a word… You are lovely. ………………………………………………………
Yes, I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought — and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds.
……………………………………
See you soon my strange joy, my tender night.”
Art – Carl Schweninger, Jr.
“To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.” ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Art – Okiie Hashimoto – Irises
“Did Beethoven create his symphonies for his glorification? I don’t believe it. I believe he created them because the music in his soul demanded expression and then all he tried to do was to make them as perfect as he knew how.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge
This book is truly a gem of insight. Somerset is often seen as a writer who delves into the world of high society, but above all, he explores the depths of human nature and the fiery passions of the soul.
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