'He is not to them what he is to me,' I thought: 'he is not of their kind. I believe he is of mine - I am sure he is - I feel akin to him - I understand the language of his countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him...Every good, true, vigorous feeling I have gathers impulsively round him. I know I must conceal my sentiments: I must smother hope; I must remember that he cannot care much for me. For when I say that I am of his kind, I do not mean that I have his force to influence, and his spell to attract; I mean only that I have certain tastes and feelings in common with him. I must, then, repeat continually that we are for ever sundered - and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him'
Sunday, 16 October 2011
Sunday, 29 May 2011
Saturday, 21 May 2011
Thursday, 12 May 2011
Spared
'That love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love...' Emily Dickinson
Is all we know of Love...' Emily Dickinson
It wasn't you, it wasn't me,
Up there, two thousand feet above,
The New York street. We're safe, and free,
A little while, to live and love,
Imagining what might have been -
The phone call from the blazing tower,
A last farewell on the machine,
While someone sleeps another hour,
Or worse, perhaps, to say goodbye
And listen to each other's pain,
Send helpless love across the sky,
Knowing we'll never meet again,
Or jump together, hand in hand,
To certain death. Spared all of this,
For now, how well I understand
That love is all, is all there is.
- Wendy Cope -
Up there, two thousand feet above,
The New York street. We're safe, and free,
A little while, to live and love,
Imagining what might have been -
The phone call from the blazing tower,
A last farewell on the machine,
While someone sleeps another hour,
Or worse, perhaps, to say goodbye
And listen to each other's pain,
Send helpless love across the sky,
Knowing we'll never meet again,
Or jump together, hand in hand,
To certain death. Spared all of this,
For now, how well I understand
That love is all, is all there is.
- Wendy Cope -
Saturday, 7 May 2011
Thursday, 31 March 2011
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
Thursday, 17 March 2011
Sunday, 13 March 2011
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Thursday, 20 January 2011
Friday, 14 January 2011
Saturday, 8 January 2011
And was Mr. Rochester now ugly in my eyes? No, reader: gratitude, and many associations, all pleasurable and genial, made his face the object I best liked to see; his presence in a room was more cheering than the brightest fire. Yet I had not forgotten his faults; indeed, I could not, for he brought them frequently before me. He was proud, sardonic, harsh to inferiority of every description: in my secret soul I knew that his great kindness to me was balanced by unjust severity to many others. He was moody, too; unaccountably so; I more than once, when sent for to read to him, found him sitting in his library alone, with his head bent on his folded arms; and, when he looked up, a morose, almost a malignant, scowl blackened his features. But I believed that his moodiness, his harshness, and his former faults of morality (I sayformer, for now he seemed corrected of them) had their source in some cruel cross of fate. I believed he was naturally a man of better tendencies, higher principles, and purer tastes than such as circumstances had developed, education instilled, or destiny encouraged. I thought there were excellent materials in him; though for the present they hung together somewhat spoiled and tangled. I cannot deny that I grieved for his grief, whatever that was, and would have given much to assuage it.
Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
Sunday, 2 January 2011
Well, hello 2011...
I think it is fair to say, 2011 is most certainly here. 2010 didn't quite go out with a bang (more like with a sneeze) but it was a year I will remember and it deserves to be celebrated. So much happened in the past year; from the very big to the very small, but I will keep a remembrance of them all in my heart...with the help of photographs probably, but nonetheless. Therefore, thank you to everyone who helped make 2010 such a great year.
However, small improvements can always be made. So, I apologize for any inconveniences I may have caused in the past year. My rose-tinted-glasses often mean I do not see what harm I cause until after, or mean I am completely oblivious. Then again, optimism is always a good thing.
This leads me to my next point; New Year's resolutions. Yes, I am like most people who make resolutions just for the sake of it, because why fix something if its not broken. But...this year, I actually chose things that should have a positive impact. Like, make sure I have breakfast every morning to prevent those almost-5-on-the-Richter-scale stomach rumblings by ten, which I'm sure are distracting for my peers. Or, learn to cook so that I can actually survive if I get to University without having to find someone to feed me at my request for free. There are others too, but they are a little more private and I'm not going to give away everything!
I hope I can keep them all up, but then again.... time may pass but some things never change.
So, here's to a new year, fresh start? No, last year was absolutely brilliant and this year will just be the same or better. Everyone is determined to make this year great, and thus it will be. Last full year left at school though :'(. Anyway, I wish you all the best in 2011; good luck, good health, happiness, laughter, fun, love and success. Turn your face to the wind, put your shoulders back and go out there to follow your dreams. I know you can do it.
And a little nerdy fact, to start the year in the right way; 2011 is a prime number and can be calculated by the sum of 11 consecutive prime numbers! 157 + 163 + 167 + 173 + 179 + 181 + 191 + 193 + 197 + 199 + 211 = 2011 if you were wondering. Courtesy of Matt Parker, Stand up mathematician and all round LEGEND :'D
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