by Sylvia Plath
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and the excitement at about a million miles an hour. (pg 14)
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
The Lost Summer of Louisa May Alcott
by Kelly O'Connor McNess
Don't you see? I do have to choose. I have inherited Father's love of ideas and books but I also know how that love can separate you from the people who need you most. And yet, I can't imagine my life without books. I don't even know who I'd bee then. (pg. 31)
Don't you see? I do have to choose. I have inherited Father's love of ideas and books but I also know how that love can separate you from the people who need you most. And yet, I can't imagine my life without books. I don't even know who I'd bee then. (pg. 31)
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Three Cups of Tea
by Greg Mortenson
"Here (in Pakistan and Afghanistan), we drink three cups of tea to do business, the first you are a stranger, the second you become a friend, and the third, you join our family, and for family we are prepared to do anything -- even die."
~Haji Ali, Korphe Village Chief, Karakoram Mountains, Pakistan
"Here (in Pakistan and Afghanistan), we drink three cups of tea to do business, the first you are a stranger, the second you become a friend, and the third, you join our family, and for family we are prepared to do anything -- even die."
~Haji Ali, Korphe Village Chief, Karakoram Mountains, Pakistan
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