“I was standing on the highest mountain of them all, and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world. And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being. And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy.” PeopleWorldChildrenMadeI CanWholeTogetherSpiritMotherFatherSawsSeeingTreeGrewHolyShapesMountainHighestUnderstoodStandingAll ThingsSacredRoundsWideCirclesNativeNative AmericanShelterMother EarthDaylightFloweringNative AmericaNative American IndianStarlightNative American EarthNative American Indian InspirationalSacred ThingsFlowering Trees Author:Black Elk
“When my father passed, I was still an unsuccessful cook with a drug problem. I was in my mid-thirties, standing behind an oyster bar, cracking clams for a living when he died. So, he never saw me complete a book or achieve anything of note. I would have liked to have shared this with him.” StillsBookProblemFatherBehindsSawsAchieveDrugStandingDiedNotesBarsCooksOystersUnsuccessfulClams Author:Anthony Bourdain
“Astronomers are pure of heart and appealingly puerile. They look into the midnight sky and ask big questions, just as we did when we were in college: Who are we? Where do we come from? And why are we standing around outside on the night before finals, do we want to end up making elevator parts for a living like our father or what?” WantLooksHeartEndsBigsScienceNightAsksFatherSkyCollegePureStandingFinalsMidnightOur FatherNight SkyElevatorsAstronomersBig Questions Book:The Canon: The Beautiful Basics of Science Source: The Canon: The Beautiful Basics of Science
“When the father dies, he writes, the son becomes his own father and his own son. He looks at is son and sees himself in the face of the boy. He imagines what the boy sees when he looks at him and finds himself becoming his own father. Inexplicably, he is moved by this. It is not just the sight of the boy that moves him, not even the thought of standing inside his father, but what he sees in the boy of his own vanished past. It is a nostalgia for his own life that he feels, perhaps, a memory of his own boyhood as a son to his father.” FeelsWritingLooksPastFacesMovingDiesFatherMemoriesBoysImagineSonBecomingStandingSightMovedNostalgiaBoyhood Book:The Invention of Solitude Source: The Invention of Solitude
“How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just too demanding, Maybe I'm just like my father too bold.Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like when doves cry.” WorldMotherFatherSoundCryColdStandingSatisfiedScreamLeaving MeDoveStanding Alone Author:Prince