“I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music within and a song, And echoes did feed on the sweetness, repeating it long. I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music that played itself out in aeolian notes: Then was heard, as a far-away bell at long intervals tolled.” HeartLongHappinessSongDoorsHeardMy HeartNotesBellsFar AwayEchoesSweetnessIntervals Book:The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow
“I tell my students, it's not difficult to identify with somebody like yourself, somebody next door who looks like you. What's more difficult is to identify with someone you don't see, who's very far away, who's a different color, who eats a different kind of food. When you begin to do that then literature is really performing its wonders.” LooksKindDifferentNextLiteratureDifficultWonderDoorsStudentsColorLike YouPerformingDifferent KindsFar AwayLike YourselfDifferent Colors Author:Chinua Achebe
“We can open up our computers and Skype with someone, and we see them. It's like looking through a window. And we can surf the internet through our phones, and it's like our consciousness is far away. Or we can step through a airplane door and be in another continent a few hours away. So technology feels, to me, like the doors sort of already exist, at least emotionally.” FeelsHoursConsciousnessStepsTechnologyDoorsInternetComputerWindowPhonesAirplaneFar AwayContinentsSurfSkype Author:Mohsin Hamid