“At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance.” WorldLongSoulEndsMomentsAgeNationsHoursSleepPowerfulStepsIndiaAwakeStrokesMidnightUtteranceIndia Independence DayIndian Independence Day Book:Sept. 1964-May 1949 Source: Sept. 1964-May 1949
“Naked I came into the world, but brush strokes cover me, language raises me, music rhythms me. Art is my rod and staff, my resting place and shield, and not mine only, for art leaves nobody out. Even those from whom art has been stolen away by tyranny, by poverty, begin to make it again. If the arts did not exist, at every moment, someone would begin to create them, in song, out of dust and mud, and although the artifacts might be destroyed, the energy that creates them is not destroyed.” IfsWorldHas BeensArtMomentsMightSongEnergyLanguagePovertyMinesArt IsRaisesTyrannyNakedDestroyedRhythmDustStaffStrokesBrushesMudStolenShieldsArtifactsBrush Strokes Author:Jeanette Winterson
“If you ever loved anything in your life, try to remember it. If you ever betrayed anything, pretend for a moment that you have been forgiven. If you ever feared anything, pretend for an instant that those days are gone and will never return. Buy the lie and hold to it for as long as you can. Press your familiar, whatever its name, to your breast and stroke it till it purrs.” IfsTryingLongHas BeensMomentsRememberLyingNamesGoneReturnPressesFamiliarInstantBreastsForgivenStrokesBetrayed Author:Roger Zelazny
“We must offer ourselves to God like a clean, smooth canvas and not worry ourselves about what God may choose to paint on it, but at each moment, feel only the stroke of His brush.” FeelsMayMomentsWorryOffersCleanPaintCanvasSmoothStrokesBrushes Author:Jean-Pierre de Caussade
“The coarsest father gains a new impulse to labor from the moment of his baby's birth; he scarcely sees it when awake, and yet it is with him all the time. Every stroke he strikes is for his child. New social aims, new moral motives, come vaguely up to him.” ChildrenMomentsFatherSocialMoralBabyBirthGainsLaborAimStrikesImpulseAwakeMotiveStrokes Book:Outdoor Studies, Poems Source: Outdoor Studies, Poems