Back in the day (as in, the early to mid-2000’s), I was a big fan of the book series, A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket (pseudonym for American author, Daniel Handler). I remember eagerly awaiting the release of each new book in the series, going to buy them (with my own allowance money, might I add, something I was very proud of) as soon as they were available.
The books were eccentric, but that’s why I liked them. They weren’t like every single other book out there on the market and to my young, pre-teen self, that was refreshing.
So, I read these books around a decade ago and I remember the gist of the plot (three orphaned siblings are schlepped around from one exceptionally strange foster home with some sort of evil villain to the next), but that’s about it. As I was searching through my Pinterest Board the other day, I came to realize that Continue reading “Quotes! Quotes! and More Quotes!”
A few days ago, I was nominated for the 3 Days, 3 Quotes Challenge by My Overflowing Thoughts. Now, I haven’t been accepting any nominations of late (life is already so busy, there’s so many other things I’d rather take the time to blog about, so many of the nominations are repeats as it is, etc.). That said, this one got me just because I LOVE QUOTES SO MUCH. Oh man, a really good quote makes me weak in the knees, near tears, gives my heart a little throb. I just couldn’t pass it up.
The rules are simple–post a quote a day for three days and nominate three people each day. I am choosing not to pass on nominations, though anyone who would like to participate is more than welcome to. Instead, I’m going to give a short description of why I chose each quote beneath the posted quote.
Of course, the moment I was nominated for this, I couldn’t think of any quotes, though there are many I love…so I resorted to the Pinterest account I never Continue reading “Quotes + Challenge = I’m Sold”
Today’s Friday Fifty-Six is brought to you by the Penguin Drop Caps Edition of Jane Eyre, a.k.a. my second and very prized copy of this beautiful piece of classic literature.
Jane Eyre happens to be my favorite book and, for that reason, I thought it was only fitting to include it in an early edition of my contribution to the Friday Fifty-Six.
I cannot even begin to describe how important this book is to me, why I love Jane, the character, oh so much; how, since I read it for the first time at twelve years of age, this book continues to speak to me more and more with every read.
I cannot begin to describe any of that in one short post, so I leave you with this short excerpt instead, from page fifty-six of the Penguin Drop Caps Edition of Jane Eyre:
As yet I had spoken to no one, nor did anybody seem to take notice of me; I stood lonely enough, but that feeling of isolation I was accustomed; it did not oppress me much. I leant against a pillar of the veranda, drew my gray mantle close about me, and, trying to forget the cold which nipped me without, and the unsatisfied hunger which gnawed me within, delivered myself up to the employment of watching and thinking.
And, sometimes, the employment of watching and thinking is simply the very best there is.
The Friday 56 link up is hosted by Freda’s Voice.
I was just over at Part Time Monster reading Diana’s Friday Fifty Six and I thought, THIS IS THE BEST IDEA EVER! I MUST JOIN!
It never bored them to hear words, words; they breathed them with the cool night air, never stopping to analyse; the name of the poet, Hafiz, Hali, Iqbal, was sufficient guarantee. India–a hundred Indias–whispered outside beneath the indifferent moon, but for the time India seemed one and their own, and they regarded their departed greatness by hearing its departure lamented, they felt young again because reminded that youth must fly.
A Passage to India
I was doing some class reading earlier when I came across this quote:
“To study the self is to forget the self and become one with ten thousand things.” – Dōgen
“The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen”
Every once in a while, I’ll be reading a book only to come across a quote that I find to be unbelievably beautiful. The quote speaks to me; I deeply identify with it in some way.
I am currently reading The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers. I Continue reading “Word Porn Courtesy of Carson McCullers + Some Commentary on my Own Anxieties”
This gem from This Side of Paradise never gets old: