Where to put the flat panel tv in a small master bedroom? I figured the hotel and RV industries would have ideas so here are some pictures from my file.
Living between waves and wineries
Collecting quotations has been a hobby of mine since high school. The advent of the internet search has made this a little less satisfying since it is so easy to find quotations rather than the stumbling upon them as was the case “PG” (pre-Google). That being said, here are some of my favorite expressions of love.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. (I Corinthians 13)
Love is like quicksilver in the hand.
Leave the fingers open and it stays.
Clutch it, and it darts away.
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. (Shakespeare)
Love is trembling happiness. (Gibran)
The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart. (Keller)
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. (King)
The concluding post of the January beginnings includes the first lines of favorite poems from the British Isles. Again a thanks to my high school English teachers, especially the wonder that was Norma Jordan, a woman who like Eleanor Rigby, kept her face in a jar by the door. Never have I seen someone wear such heavy makeup, but what a teacher.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Do not go gentle into that good night
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,
Percy Bysshe Shelley
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England.
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure dome decree
April is the cruellest month
The sea is calm tonight.
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold
Robert w. Service