Choice Relics

“A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips — not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.” — Henry David Thoreau

“We are cups…constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.” — Ray Bradbury

“Speak less”
my mother used to say,
“words are precious,
and your life depends
on the amount we are each given;
keep them close to your heart
and write what you cannot say –
for the pieces you share with this world
are the ones that will keep you a part of it
even after you are gone.”

— Pavana पवन

We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say — and to feel — “Yes, that’s the way it is, or at least that’s the way I feel it. You’re not as alone as you thought.” — John Steinbeck

“Words save our lives, sometimes.” — Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane.

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June 27, 2014 · 12:01 am

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