[b]Emily Dickinson
Beauty is not caused. It is.[/b]
What caused this then?
[b]A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.[/b]
Here’s one: dasein.
You know, for today.
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
Maybe. But, just to be on the safe side, make sure you’re packing.
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
Okay, but what’s that make cats then?
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn’t care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
Well, at least it rhymes.
Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality.
Clifford Stern: “He kindly stopped for me - " The word ‘kindly’ - right?”
Yeah, right.