Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads sing —
I didn't know words could hold so much.
I didn't know words could hold so much.
Better an end with horror than a horror without end
I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world. I may not complete this last one but I will give myself to it.
I circle around God, around the primordial tower. I’ve been circling for thousands of years and I still don’t know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?
The forest was shrinking but the trees kept voting for the axe for the axe was clever and convinced the trees that because his handle was made of wood he was one of them.
How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness
and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to break into blossom:
as if what exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious.
Doublethink means the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one's mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them.
Order and chaos is the same thing.
You know I always find it interesting who history chooses to do something important.
Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.
Life would go on as it had always gone on – that is, badly.