“Although we are necessarily concerned, in a chronicle of events, with physical action by the light of day, history suggests that the human spirit wanders farthest in the silent hours between midnight and dawn. Those dark fruitful hours, seldom recorded, whose secret flowerings breed peace and war, loves and hates, the crowning or uncrowning of heads.” HumansWarLightActionSpiritHateHoursDarkSecretEventsConcernedSilentWanderDawnMidnightHuman SpiritLove And HateFloweringChroniclesWar Love Book:Picnic at Hanging Rock Source: Picnic at Hanging Rock
“We in our present generation stand on the cusp of a new and glorious dawn when mastery of these energies lies fully within our grasp as secret yields to inquiry, which yields to experimentation, which leads to verification and duplication, which, in the final course, leads to knowledge.” LyingCoursesEnergySecretGenerationsFinalsDawnGloriousYieldMasteryInquiryExperimentationVerificationCuspDuplication Author:Stephen R. Lawhead
“What is this Charity, this clinking of money between strangers, and when did Charity cease to be a comforting and secret thing between one friend and another? Does Love make her voice heard through a committee, does Love employ an almoner to convey her message to her neighbor? ... The real Love knows her neighbor face to face, and laughs with him and weeps with him, and eats and drinks with him, so that at last, when his black day dawns, she may share with him, not what she can spare, but all that she has.” KnowsMayDoeRealLastsFacesBlackVoiceSecretLaughingHeardShareDrinkMessagesCharityStrangerNeighborCeaseDawnReal LoveSparesCommitteesComfortingFace To FaceOne FriendBlack Day Book:Living Alone Source: Living Alone
“Fair are the flowers and the children, but their subtle suggestion is fairer; Rarer is the roseburst of dawn, but the secret that clasps it rarer; Sweet the exultance of song, but the strain that precedes it is sweeter And never was poem yet writ, but the meaning outmastered the meter.” ChildrenSongSecretBeautySweetFlowerFairsDawnSubtleSuggestionsStrainMeter Book:Poems Source: Poems
“When logics die, The secret of the soil grows through the eye, And blood jumps in the sun; Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.” EyeDiesGrowsNatureSecretSunBloodWasteLogicDawnSoilVitalityHaltThrough The EyesAllotments Book:The Poems of Dylan Thomas Source: The Poems of Dylan Thomas