“Death is the gate of life. Ingratitude is the soul's enemy... Ingratitude is a burning wind that dries up the source of love, the dew of mercy, the streams of grace. You will find something far greater in the woods than you will find in books. Stones and trees will teach you that which you will never learn from masters.” BookSoulEnemyTeachGreaterGraceTreeWindMastersSourceStonesMercyWoodsBurningStreamsGatesDewIngratitude Author:Bernard of Clairvaux
“Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.” LoveTwoSometimesTurnsFallLanguageSadnessTypeSpringShadowStonesDisappointmentCornersSymbolsPostsGatesPaceNow And ThenWearyOur LoveGlimpseHintsVagabondsBrideshead RevisitedPaving Author:Evelyn Waugh
“Everything we knew condemned us, and our questioning condemned us most of all. Knowledge was the way of our people, and knowledge was dangerous. It was the first thing that freed you and the thing that put you in peril. It was the key to the ten gates. I saw them clearly now, each and every one, the gates that were there for me. Ashes, Bones, Grass, Heart, Stone, Love, Sorrow, Blood, Earth, Sky.” PeopleWayFirstsHeartEarthSawsBloodSkyDangerousKeysSorrowTenStonesBonesGrassGatesQuestioningAshesPerilSorrow Love Author:Alice Hoffman
“I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.” ShouldPlayUsedJoyDesireReligionTurnsBlackSawsDoorsSweetFlowerWalkingBuiltGardenStonesGreenFilledRoundsGravesMidstPriestsGatesBoresTombsBindingGownsChapelBriarsSweet Flowers Book:The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake Source: The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake
“Once Mo had closed the gates, he returned to his little stone hut, and his half-eaten sandwich of butter and canned sardines, and his mug of thick hot chocolate, which every night he poured carefully into a thermos labeled COFFEE.” LittlesNightHalfStonesHotCoffeeGatesChocolateThickEvery NightSandwichesHutsMugHot ChocolateSardinesThermos Book:Liesl & Po Source: Liesl & Po