“I closed my eyes and listened to the occasional chirps of tiny birds hidden in the trees around us, the bubbling of water over rocks down below, cicadas rattling a chorus off in the distance. All sounds of the world carrying on like it always had. So much could change or be lost, and still, the rest of the world went on like it was nothing. It didn't seem wrong, but it didn't seem right either. I'd gone on today like it was nothing. I'd laughed and felt happy and forgotten for a little while that this was now a world without my brother in it.” WorldLittlesStillsSeemsEyeTodayLostFeltSoundWaterGoneTreeRocksBrotherBirdDistanceForgottenTinyMy BrotherLaughedOccasionalChorusCarrying OnCicadas Author:Jessi Kirby
“Infatuation is one of those slightly comic illnesses which are at once so undignified and so painful that a nice-minded world does its best to ignore their existence altogether, referring to them only under provocation and then with apology, but, like its more material brother, this boil on the neck of the spirit can hardly be forgotten either by the sufferer or anyone else in his vicinity. The malady is ludicrous, sad, excruciating and, above all, instantly diagnosable.” WorldDoeSpiritExistenceNiceBrotherMaterialsForgottenPainfulIllnessComicNecksApologyInfatuationReferringSufferersProvocationMaladyVicinity Book:Three Cases for Mr. Campion Source: Three Cases for Mr. Campion
“What was once impossible now summons us to dismantle the walls between ourselves and our sisters and brothers, to dissolve the distinctions between flesh and spirit, to transcend the present limits of time and matter, to find, at last, not wealth or power but the ecstasy (so long forgotten) of commonplace, unconditional being. For the atom's soul is nothing but energy. Spirit blazes in the dullest of clay. The life of every woman or man-the heart of it-is pure and holy joy.” MenInspirationalHeartLongSoulMatterLastsJoySpiritEnergyWealthImpossibleBrotherWallHolyPureLimitsForgottenFleshDistinctionEcstasyAtomsBrothers And SistersClayUnconditionalCommonplace Author:George Leonard
“We have forgotten to be our brothers and sisters keepers. And we have forgotten that the Number 1 goal is to love one another.” GoalNumbersBrotherForgottenBrothers And SistersKeepersLove One AnotherSisters Keeper Author:Ann Richards
“Our editors, I'm afraid, have come to believe that the photograph is an end in itself. They've forgotten that the photograph is only the subsidiary, the little brother, of the word.” BelieveLittlesEndsBrotherPhotographForgottenEditorsLittle Brother Author:Roy Stryker