‘What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.’ – John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America The view from inside my car windscreen before I scraped off the ice. It seems winter may have finally arrived!
‘Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.’ – Orson Welles
‘Things are always happening to me. I’m that sort of bear.’ – Michael Bond, A Bear Called Paddington
‘If I were to remain silent, I’d be guilty of complicity.’ – Albert Einstein Joining the protests again to support the junior doctors. I am so sad that this is still necessary, but the proposed contract remains unsafe and unfair. For patients and for doctors. Fingers crossed for an agreement soon…
‘There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit or become a children’s playground, a whole sky universe to climb and hang from; an architecture of food and pleasure, that was a tree.’ – Ray Bradbury
“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”… “It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine.” – Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden It seems a bit early for spring, but the flowers have started blooming already in my parents’ garden.
‘There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.’ – Bram Stoker, Dracula I’m going to have to get better at taking the photos for this project during the day…I’m running out of ways to take photos with my phone at night!
‘The four most over-rated things in life are champagne, lobster, anal sex, and picnics.’ – Christopher Hitchens I don’t think I’ve ever disagreed with a single statement quite so strongly and completely!
‘I don’t mind being burdened with being glamorous and sexual. Beauty and femininity are ageless and can’t be contrived, and glamour, although the manufacturers won’t like this, cannot be manufactured. Not real glamour; it’s based on femininity.’ – Marilyn Monroe
‘If your blooming sometimes so astonishes us, happy rose, it’s that, petal against petal, you rest within yourself, inside. Fully awake, your petals, whose surroundings sleep, though numberless, meet this silent heart’s tendernesses which end in these urgent lips.’ – From Roses, Rainer Maria Rilke
