Gormshuil of Moy. You will hear many things said of her, and all bad. But not many people, sir, are all bad.Corrag, by Susan Fletcher
Why do I speak of her? Because she lived. Because by living, she altered the world as we all do, and who is there to speak of her? So I speak of her.Corrag, by Susan Fletcher
The thunder rumbled, rain fell, lightning flashed… and I was content.
Corrag, by Susan FletcherIt was nature’s church. That’s what I call it. Mother Nature’s church, for her brambles wrapped round the pulpit, and her sermon was soft pigeon calls. Her hymns were beetles clicking over wood.
More churches should be like that church, maybe.
Sometimes we have so much to say, we cannot say it. Sometimes it is best we do not say goodbyes.Corrag, by Susan Fletcher
But what good are backward glances? They do not help. They cannot be helped, or do any proper helping. I had her with me . ‘I will never be far away from you.’Corrag, by Susan Fletcher
So I said ‘on with it’ — I had to. I knew a life awaited me.
How would you like my words? I have so many of them. Like a night sky is starry, so my mind is shining with words.Corrag, by Susan Fletcher
It’s the strangest sensation to be able to feel my pulse “pulsing” (for lack of a better word) across my neck while simultaneously hearing it pounding in my ears.
Dylan Thomas, Clown in the Moon (via morningsasaghost)My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
(via herspidersweb)
Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.Nathaniel Hawthorne
