The Universe backs the part of you that is of clearest intention
Doorbells are like a magic game, Or the grab-bag at a fair -- You never know when you hear one ring Who may be waiting there.
It's terrible when the weak are also cruel for then we are defenseless against them.
Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered, "snow. " Leaves were green and stirring, Berries, luster-glossed, But beneath warm feathers Something cautioned, "frost. " All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spice But each wild breast stiffened At remembered ice. Something told the wild geese It was time to fly- Summer sun was on their wings, Winter in their cry.
Isnt it strange some people make You feel so tired inside, Your thoughts begin to shrivel up Like leaves all brown and dried!But when youre with some other ones Its stranger still to find Your thought as thick as fireflies All shiny in your mind!
One of the pleasantest things about book writing is that sometimes it brings one in touch with old friends.
. . . his hoofbeats fall like rain, over and over again.
When you reach the top, that's when the climb begins.
It has been said that a pretty face is a passport. But it's not, it's a visa, and it runs out fast.
Michael O'Donoghue was a very close friend of mine - very encouraging with my stuff, and really a great guy - but he was a no-kidding difficult person.
What's interesting is that the way we go about finding our marriage partners today is quite different from the way it used to be in this culture.