Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange horses came. By then we had made our covenant with silence, But in the first few days it was so still We listened to our breathing and were afraid. On the second day The radios […]
Out of your melancholy moping, your impotence, Gaels,
(You stir the heart, you think? . . . but surely
One of the heart’s main functions is to supply the brain!)
Maya Angelou April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible,
but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.
Vincent Van Gogh
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
Wer nicht mehr liebt und nicht mehr irrt,
der lasse sich begraben.
If you no longer love and no longer err,
best let yourself be buried.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
. . . beyond hardship, wrong, tyranny, distress,
beyond misery, despair, hatred, treachery,
beyond guilt and defilement; watchful,
heroic, the Cuillin is seen
rising on the other side of sorrow
Scotland will be free when the last Church of Scotland minister is strangled by the last copy of the Sunday Post.
Washing one's hands of the conflict between the powerful and the powerless means to side with the powerful, not to be neutral
From Cath Tate Cards