"they came to sit and dangle their feet off the edge of the world.... and after a while they forgot everything but the good and true things they would do some day"

The question is not what you look at, but what you see.

—Henry David Thoreau

Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge into light.

—Helen Keller

Falling to the ground,
I was anxious to be found.
You can always go home
to the safety of your cloud.

Don’t let go
I need you to hang around.
I’m so broke
and Foolishly in love.

—Damien Jurado, “Museum of Flight”

I turned around, my life was changing.
What did I learn? It’s not that easy,
when you get burned and go on burning light.

—Damien Jurado, “Museum of Flight”

Move on let’s face
That all you trust is a cynical phrase
No time no place
When all you hope is that everything breaks…

No wrong or right
Just do whatever you like.
No wrong or right
Just do whatever you like.
No wrong or right
Just do whatever you like…

—Grizzly Bear, “A Simple Answer”

Three-year old recites “Litany” by Billy Collins. (Most precious kid/poet-lover ever!)

Soren Kierkegaard

Soren Kierkegaard

Two men look out the same prison bars; one sees mud and the other stars.

—Frederick Langbridge, as quoted by Tim Keller in his podcast, “The Search for Happiness.”

To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, to draw closer, to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of life.

—The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

O all ye who pass by, behold and see:
Man stole the fruit, but I must climb the tree;

—George Herbert, “The Sacrifice”

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul…

The mountains are calling, and I must go.

—John Muir 

It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.

—C.S. Lewis

Shout out to over-sexed teenagers. Shout out to sex abbreviations that sound like the word ‘puberty.’ Shout out to animal euthanasia as sexual innuendo. Shout out to the new genre: nymphomaniac pop. Shout out to my Biebs. Go get some, bro. I’ll be reading the psalms, eating Scotch oatmeal cookies, etc. The world is abundant.

—Sufjan Stevens 

I’m a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mine
I want him but we’re not right…

—Daughter, “Smother”

I have endeavoured in this Ghostly little book, to raise the Ghost of an Idea, which shall not put my readers out of humour with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with me. May it haunt their houses pleasantly, and no one wish to lay it.

—Charles Dickens, “A Christmas Carol”