Originally posted on thevoiceofpeace18: Good morning everyone, please stop what you are doing and take a look at this picture. We have a missing child in Montreal, I don’t personally know the kid or the family but it touches me like if it was my own little brother or cousin. He is missing since Monday…
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“The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself.”
and now, to be fair and balanced, a word on cats from Douglas Moore’s blog Art of Quotation
“The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself.”
William S. Burroughs, writer
“next time someone complains that you have made a mistake, tell him… without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist“
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“So next time someone complains that you have made a mistake, tell him that may be a good thing. Because without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist”
Stephen Hawking, physicist
“The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.”
another from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.”
Andy Rooney, writer
“[poetry] a momentary stay against confusion”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another’s skin, another’s voice, another’s soul.”
another quote from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another’s skin, another’s voice, another’s soul.”
“Humanity needs dreams to be able to survive… daily existence, even if only for an instant.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Humanity needs dreams to be able to survive the miseries of daily existence, even if only for an instant.”
from Douglas Moore’s blog Moorezart
“In a life properly lived, you’re a river”
from Douglas Moore’s blog Art of Quotation
from A Dedication by Karin Boye
I feel your steps in the hall
I feel in every nerve your hurried steps
that go unnoticed otherwise.
A wind of fire sweeps around me.
I feel your steps, your beloved steps,
and my heart aches.
Though you pace far down the hall
the air surges with your steps
and sings like the sea.
I listen, prisoned in gnawing restraint.
My hungry pulse beats to the rhythm of your rhythm,
to the tempo of your gait.
translated by Nadia Christensen
