“Let those find fault whose wit's so very small, They've need to show that they can think at all; Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls, must dive below. Fops may have leave to level all they can; As pigmies would be glad to lop a man. Half-wits are fleas; so little and so light, We scarce could know they live, but that they bite.” ThinkingKnowsMenNeedsMayLittlesShowsLightWould BeLevelsHalfFlowErrorsFaultsSurfaceWitGladBitesPearlsScarceStrawsFleas Book:The Poetical Works of John Dryden Source: The Poetical Works of John Dryden
“Memories seem to surface in no particular order, with no time attached. Yesterday can seem as distant as last year. My life now consists of fragments where some are so blinding in their intensity that they make everything else indistinguishable. It feels as if my existence was extinguished in a flash, and afterwards my universe became incomprehensible. I want to remember everything. But perhaps I need to give it more time. Allow myself some rest. Distance myself a little, to see if I can make out a pattern. And face the truth about what is really there.” IfsWantNeedsGivingFeelsYearsLittlesI CanSeemsLastsRememberFacesOrderUniverseMemoriesExistenceParticularDistancePatternsSurfaceYesterdayMore TimeIntensityFlashLast YearFragmentsMake OutRemembers EverythingFacing The TruthDistance Myself Author:Linda Olsson
“All you have to do is pick up a baseball. It begs to you: throw me. If you took a year to design an object to hurl, you'd end up with that little spheroid small enough to nestle in your fingers but big enough to have some heft, lighter than a rock but heavier than a hunk of wood. Its even, neat stitching, laced into the leather's slippery white surface, gives your fingers a purchase. A baseball was made to throw. It's almost irresistible.” IfsGivingYearsLittlesMadeEndsEnoughBigsWhiteRocksDesignObjectsPicksBaseballFingersWoodsSurfaceIrresistibleLeatherNeatLightersSlipperyHunk Author:Dave Dravecky