March 9, 2013
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it”
- Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
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Posted by LucaM. Posted In : log entries
March 7, 2013
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in his shoes
You'll stumble in his footsteps
Keep the same appointments he's kept
If you try walking in his shoes
You'll stumble in his footsteps
Keep the same appointments he's kept
If you try walking in his shoes
Try walking in his shoes
Try walking in his shoes
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March 7, 2013
Muore la pecora, muore l'agnello, muoiono il bue e l'asinello, muore la gente piena di guai... ma i rompicoglioni non muoiono MAI.
~ Anonimo poeta napoletano
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March 7, 2013
this arrived in the mail last week, and made the collector in me very happy :)
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January 28, 2013
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.–William Stafford
http://www.facebook.com/thejonathancarroll/posts/10150308996104959
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January 28, 2013
" There are two ways of spreading the light: to be the candle or to be the mirror that reflects it."
- Edith Warton
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November 13, 2012
"Have you ever been together with her?"
He looked at me as if I had said something terrible.
"Hell no! It would be like blowing out the candles on a birthday cake."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
".... some people you touch and some you dream about."
Jonathan Carroll, Sleeping in Flame
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November 11, 2012
"Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell," Holly advised him. "That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky."
"… and believe me, dearest Doc -- it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear."
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
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November 11, 2012
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November 5, 2012
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