Romeo: But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

~William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

There were a lot of things I wanted to do.

I wanted to become a teacher, and an astronaut, and a baker…

I wanted to go to a bunch of different donut shops and ask for one of everything!

And I wanted to tell the ice-cream man to give me one of everything too!

I wish I could have five lives!

Then I could have been born in five different towns, and eaten five lifetime’s worth of food, and had five different careers, and fallen in love with the same person, five times.

~Bleach

If she dies, they can close this whole show of a world. They can cart it off, unscrew the stars, roll up the sky and put it on a truck. They can turn off this sunlight I love so much. You know why I love it so much? Because I love her when the sun shines on her. They can take everything away, these carpets, columns, houses, sand, wind, frogs, ripe watermelons, hail, seven in the evening, May, June, July, basil, bees, the sea, courgettes…

~La tigre e la neve

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~W.B. Yeats

My King was born King. The Bible says He’s a Seven Way King. He’s the King of the Jews – that’s an Ethnic King. He’s the King of Israel – that’s a National King. He’s the King of righteousness. He’s the King of the ages. He’s the King of Heaven. He’s the King of glory. He’s the King of kings and He is the Lord of lords. Now that’s my King. Read the rest of this entry »

Good has become a lazy man’s word of late.

People use it when they are not bothered to look for a specific word to better describe something, or they simply have poor vocabulary.

When someone says he’s good, it could mean he’s fine.

Or that he’s all right, though not that great.

Or it could also mean that he’s not feeling that well, but still thinks he’s doing not too bad comparatively.

Or maybe, just maybe, it means he’s not feeling anything near good but he doesn’t want to tell you because he couldn’t, and he feels like his world has ended and he doesn’t know how to go on anymore.

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So He said to him, “Why do you call Me good? No one is good but One, that is, God.

~Matthew 19:17

God is good.
God is good to me.
God is good to me all the time.

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
“Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;”
Desires compos’d, affections ever ev’n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav’n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp’ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th’ unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav’nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day.

~Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744), Eloisa to Abelard

For years, men of old had argued that the sun throws itself over us again and again. Along came Galileo and his blasphemous suggestion of otherwise.

Years of indoctrination assure me that he was right, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. Perhaps the stationary ground beneath my feet convinces me that it is perfectly alright to procrastinate.

As I frivoled my days away, I heard Time’s winged chariot hurrying near. I grabbed my watch and threw it away. I refuse to age.

24 years 11 months 30 days 5 hours 24 minutes.

Forever.

I realised that I’ve always loved you.

Five thousand miles away from you, and yet I couldn’t uncouple my mind from the thoughts of you.

Perhaps we are not too far apart after all.

We might never meet again.

But somewhere out there I loved you and you loved me in return.

Time is nothing.