They had killed themselves over our dying forests, over manatees maimed by propellers as they surfaced to drink from garden hoses; they had killed themselves at the sight of used tires stacked higher than the pyramids; they had killed themselves over the failure to find a love none of us could ever be. In the end, the tortures tearing the lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.
It is the omnipresent rush of water which give the este gardens their peculiar character. From the anio, drawn up the hillside at incalculable cost and labour, a thousand rills gush downward, terrace by terrace, channeling the stone rails of the balusters, leaping from step to step, dripping into mossy conches, flashing in spray from the horns of sea-gods and the jaws of mythical monsters, or forcing themselves in irrepressible overflow down the ivy-matted banks.
My goal was not to have huge luxuries. As a child, i wanted a house with a garden, which i have today. This is what i dreamed of. Id never worry about age if i knew i could go on being loved and having the possibility to love... So it isnt age or even death that one fears, as much as loneliness and the lack of affection.
My goals were small. My goal was to become a big enough stand-up that i wouldn't have to do radio. I could sell out a club, which is like 300 seats. If i got big enough, i could sell before i got there, and i wouldn't have to get up at 6 in the morning to do radio. That was pretty much the dream. I had no idea i'd be playing madison square garden or anything.
Every body we know surrounds himself with a fine house, fine books, conservatory, gardens, equipage, and all manner of toys, as screens to interpose between himself and his guest. Does it not seem as if man was of a very sly, elusive nature, and dreaded nothing so much as a full rencontre front to front with his fellow?
The relativity principle in connection with the basic maxwellian equations demands that the mass should be a direct measure of the energy contained in a body; light transfers mass. With radium there should be a noticeable diminution of mass. The idea is amusing and enticing; but whether the almighty is laughing at it and is leading me up the garden path -- that i cannot know.
People where you live," the little prince said, "grow five thousand roses in one garden... Yet they don't find what they're looking for... They don't find it," i answered. And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water..." of course," i answered. And the little prince added, "but eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.
When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will i be awake and aware if the light of the beloved is absent? Love wills that this word be brought forth.
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,seems nowhere to alight: the whited airhides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,and veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feetdelayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sitaround the radiant fireplace, enclosed in a tumultuous privacy of storm.