“Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied though, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean, For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between.” WayWritingMindMeanSoulBodyForceWishMagicThousandDrawsLettersDistanceSilentDivisionAbsentPowAbsent Friends Author:Aaron Hill
“If all stories are fiction, fiction can be true -- not in detail or fact, but in some transformed version of feeling. If there is a memory of paradise, paradise can exist, in some other place or country dimensionally reminiscent of our own. The sad stories live there too, but in that country, we know what they mean and why they happened. We make our way back from them, finding the way through a bountiful wilderness we begin to understand. Years are nothing: Story conquers all distance.” IfsKnowsWayYearsMeanCountryFactsStoriesFeelingsMemoriesFictionHappenedFindingsDistanceDetailsVersionsBeing TrueConquerParadiseWildernessTransformedSad Story Author:Jayne Anne Phillips
“The season of Advent means there is something on the horizon the likes of which we have never seen before ... What is possible is to not see it, to miss it, to turn just as it brushes past you. And you begin to grasp what it was you missed, like Moses in the cleft of the rock, watching God’s [back] fade in the distance. So stay. Sit. Linger. Tarry. Ponder. Wait. Behold. Wonder. There will be time enough for running. For rushing. For worrying. For pushing. For now, stay. Wait. Something is on the horizon.” MeanEnoughRunningPastTurnsWaitingWonderWorryRocksMissingSeasonsDistanceLikesPushingHorizonFadesBrushesMosesPonderingRushingAdvent Author:Jan L. Richardson
“Journalism, like history, has no therapeutic value; it is better able to diagnose than to cure, and it provides society with a primitive means of psychoanalysis that allows the patient to judge the distance between fantasy and reality.” MeanRealityAbleValuesFantasyJudgingDistancePatientNewspapersCuresJournalismPrimitivePsychoanalysisTherapeuticFantasy And Reality Author:Bill Vaughan
“If one day I look out from my cabin's porch and see a row of windmills spinning in the distance, I won't curse them. I will praise them. It will mean we are finally getting somewhere.” LooksMeanOne DayPraiseDistanceCurseSpinningPorchCabinsWindmills Author:David Suzuki
“Doth not this Æthereal Medium in passing out of Water, Glass, Crystal, and other compact and dense Bodies into empty Spaces, grow denser and denser by degrees, and by that means refract the Rays of Light not in a point, but by bending them gradually in curve Lines? And doth not the gradual condensation of this Medium extend to some distance from the Bodies, and thereby cause the Inflexions of the Rays of Light, which pass by the edges of dense Bodies, at some distance from the Bodies?” MeanBodyLightGrowsCausesWaterLinesSpaceDegreesEmptyDistanceGlassesEdgesPassingPassingsMediumsRaysCurvesCrystalsDenseEmpty SpaceBendingCompactRays Of LightCondensationPassing Out Book:Opticks:: Or, A Treatise of the Reflections, Refractions, Inflections and Colours of Light Source: Opticks:: Or, A Treatise of the Reflections, Refractions, Inflections and Colours of Light