Spring Day

It was a perfect spring day, and the air was alive with birdsong and bee hum. The daffodils bustled in the breeze and here and there on the side of the hill a few early tulips nodded. A blue powdering of forget-me-nots and fine, fat yellow primroses punctuated the green of the slope.

Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

About Stories

Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’s eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas – abstract, invisible, gone once they’ve been spoken and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created.

Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things – Short Fictions & Wonders

Faith

Faith is about doing. You are how you act. not just how you believe.

Reb, Have a Little Faith, Mitch Albom

Face your life

Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.

Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

From The Scarlet Letter

Love, whether newly born or aroused from a death-like slumber, must always create a sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world.

Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

I love. I have loved. I will love.

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

The Time Traveler’s Wife