Come crossroads in human minds, from here it is your story. Decide if you will, what to believe, a barrier to rest upon as the pages slowly turn, and the end draws nigh. Finality lies ahead, but it is not written in the stars, it is like sand in time, particles shifting across shadowed plains of unseen potential. We must be blind, and in this blindness, justify what we feel before us. Please, you needn't deny yourself. As the car drove down the highway, veering sharply at each slight turn, Sebastien turned to his mother, a quizzical expression on his elvish face, “Ma, where’re we goin’? We’ve passed the shops, and it’s an awful long way from here to anywhere.”
“Darlin’, this is no trip to the store, we’ll be away from here ‘till God knows when.” …show more content…
Sad sign of ruin, sudden dismay, and fall!
Yet do thou strive; as thou art capable,
As thou canst move about, an evident God;
And canst oppose to each malignant hour
Ethereal presence:--I am but a voice;
My life is but the life of winds and tides,
No more than winds and tides can I avail:--
But thou canst.
- The Fall of Hyperion, Book 1, Keats
The thin line between different turmoils
Like thee, Man is in part divine,
A troubled stream from a pure source;
And Man in portions can foresee
His own funereal destiny;
His wretchedness, and his resistance,
And his sad unallied existence:
To which his Spirit may oppose
Itself
-Titan, Lord Byron
Sweetly they dreamt in fields where daisies crept into the sun, vines trailing the tall willows, stretching their necks after the long winter. He felt in his bones a sense of relief at the knowledge that their tempestuous relationship would soon pass into oblivion.
It was their last such meeting that haunted Pastor Adams, a day where tides were reluctant to come ashore, and the moon sulked beneath the horizon, neither here, nor where it belonged. Silently, she surfaced from behind a weathered
“Darlin’, this is no trip to the store, we’ll be away from here ‘till God knows when.” …show more content…
Sad sign of ruin, sudden dismay, and fall!
Yet do thou strive; as thou art capable,
As thou canst move about, an evident God;
And canst oppose to each malignant hour
Ethereal presence:--I am but a voice;
My life is but the life of winds and tides,
No more than winds and tides can I avail:--
But thou canst.
- The Fall of Hyperion, Book 1, Keats
The thin line between different turmoils
Like thee, Man is in part divine,
A troubled stream from a pure source;
And Man in portions can foresee
His own funereal destiny;
His wretchedness, and his resistance,
And his sad unallied existence:
To which his Spirit may oppose
Itself
-Titan, Lord Byron
Sweetly they dreamt in fields where daisies crept into the sun, vines trailing the tall willows, stretching their necks after the long winter. He felt in his bones a sense of relief at the knowledge that their tempestuous relationship would soon pass into oblivion.
It was their last such meeting that haunted Pastor Adams, a day where tides were reluctant to come ashore, and the moon sulked beneath the horizon, neither here, nor where it belonged. Silently, she surfaced from behind a weathered