“Great darkness and constant, feeble light, the slow flowing of time from far beyond his conception to far beyond his power to follow, the solitude about him and the troubled and peopled world within, a steady rhythm as perfect as sleep. … He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific requests, only holding in his heart, like broken birds in cupped hands, all those people who were in stress or grief because of this little saint, for if he suffered like this for their sake, how much more must she feel for them?”
- Ellis Peters, A Morbid Taste for Bones.
Category: words
“As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes.”
“As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes.”
- Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale.
- Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale.
“Fear is a strange soil. Mainly it grows obedience like corn, which grows in rows and makes weeding…”
“Fear is a strange soil. Mainly it grows obedience like corn, which grows in rows and makes weeding easy. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
- Terry Pratchett, Small Gods.
- Terry Pratchett, Small Gods.
one step at a time
one step at a time