"That the great are not as happy as they seem, that the external circumstances of fortune and rank do not constitute felicity, is asserted by every moralist; the historian can seldom, consistently with his dignity, pause to illustrate this truth, it is therefore to the biographer we must have recourse. After we have beheld splendid characters playing their parts on the great theater of the world, with all the advantages of stage effect and decoration, we anxiously beg to be admitted behind the scenes, that we may take a nearer view of the actors and actresses."
~Maria Edgeworth in her preface to Castle RackrentThursday, February 27, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
note on life
It is a sad day when Microsoft Word doesn't recognize the correct spelling of Sylvie Guillem's name :(
Sunday, February 23, 2014
"Corporate worship is designed to remind you that the story of your little life has been included in the grand eternal story of redemption." ~Paul David Tripp
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
interesting links
best bookstores in the world
dancing with family
looking God in the face
a way to understand the scale of some of the Olympic tracks
dancing with family
looking God in the face
a way to understand the scale of some of the Olympic tracks
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Sunday, February 16, 2014
"Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
born of his Spirit, washed in his blood.
This is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long;
this is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long.
Perfect submission, perfect delight,
visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
angels descending bring from above
echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Perfect submission, all is at rest;
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
watching and waiting, looking above,
filled with his goodness, lost in his love."
~Fanny Crosby, "Blessed Assurance"
blessed assurance -- I don't need to live in worry or fear, I can live in full assurance of the beauty and eternal stability of the gospel
this is my story -- people love stories - they love to hear/read/see them and they love to tell them, it is so beautiful that my story is in fact the story of my Savior and I can share joy and friendship with others who have the same story :)
lost in His love -- I don't need to have any reservations about the way in which I interact with my Savior, I am free to be fully lost in His love
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
"One effect of the Technological Revolution has been to uproot us from the soil. We have become disoriented, I believe; we have suffered a kind of psychic dislocation of ourselves in time and space. We may be perfectly sure of where we are in relation to the supermarket and the next coffee break, but I doubt that any of us knows where he is in relation to the stars and to the solstices."
~N. Scott Momaday, in "The Man Made of Words"
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
Those moments when being in three literature classes really means reading from different authors, in different cultures, at different time periods, in different genres with different stylistic elements, but about the same thing . . .
" . . . Once again/Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,/That on a wild secluded scene impress/Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect/The landscape with the quiet of the sky./The day is come when I again repose/Here, under this dark sycamore, and view/These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,/Which at this season, with their unripe fruits,/Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves/'Mid groves and copses . . . These beauteous forms,Through a long absence, have not been to me/As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:/But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din/Of towns and cities, I have owed to them/In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,/Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;/And passing even into my purer mind,/With tranquil restoration:--feelings too/Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,/As have no slight or trivial influence/On that best portion of a good man's life,/His little, nameless, unremembered, acts/Of kindness and of love . . .."
~William Wordsworth, "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey" lines 4-14, 22-35
"Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it. He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon it. He ought to imagine the creatures that are there and all the faintest motions in the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of noon and all of the colors of dawn and dusk."
~N. Scott Momaday of the Kiowa tribe, in "The Man Made of Words"
" . . . Once again/Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,/That on a wild secluded scene impress/Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect/The landscape with the quiet of the sky./The day is come when I again repose/Here, under this dark sycamore, and view/These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,/Which at this season, with their unripe fruits,/Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves/'Mid groves and copses . . . These beauteous forms,Through a long absence, have not been to me/As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:/But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din/Of towns and cities, I have owed to them/In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,/Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;/And passing even into my purer mind,/With tranquil restoration:--feelings too/Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,/As have no slight or trivial influence/On that best portion of a good man's life,/His little, nameless, unremembered, acts/Of kindness and of love . . .."
~William Wordsworth, "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey" lines 4-14, 22-35
"Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it. He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon it. He ought to imagine the creatures that are there and all the faintest motions in the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of noon and all of the colors of dawn and dusk."
~N. Scott Momaday of the Kiowa tribe, in "The Man Made of Words"
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Saturday, February 8, 2014
"It gets to why letters are so valuable. There is this
tangible quality to holding the actual paper
that these troops once held. . . .
There is something very intimate about a letter."
~Andrew Carroll (speaking about American war letters)
Friday, February 7, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
interesting links
Monday, February 3, 2014
Saturday, February 1, 2014
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