Ned Hayes's Blog, page 48
April 13, 2015
Books, books, books, and more books!
Books, books, books, and more books!
April 12, 2015
BOOK QUOTE: “Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my...
BOOK QUOTE:
“Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the day before she died, my mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea—the thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the rhythm never ceasing. And she taught me something: strange and secret words in a foreign tongue, a lilting singsong cadence to it.”
PHOTO: untitled [by logancros] / source
April 11, 2015
"You discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are..."
- Anaia Nin (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
April 9, 2015
BOOK QUOTE:“The deer tracks are deep narrow holes thrust...
BOOK QUOTE:
“The deer tracks are deep narrow holes thrust into the snow. I follow the tracks with my eyes. The deer stopped for something here. I stare closely at the frosty loam. Scattered eggshells, newly broke, the yolk still drying in the cold. The deer hunt eggs. I glance up at them ahead. Deer they are. The hart of heaven and his dame. A shiver runs from arm to arm. A lamb turns lion in the night.”
— from an (early draft) of the novel SINFUL FOLK
PHOTO: skotia: a winter journey (by andrew evans.)
April 8, 2015
BOOK QUOTE: “Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my...
BOOK QUOTE:
“Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the day before she died, my mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea—the thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the rhythm never ceasing. And she taught me something: strange and secret words in a foreign tongue, a lilting singsong cadence to it.”
PHOTO: untitled [by logancros] / source
April 7, 2015
BOOK QUOTE:“This morning, in the hour before dawn, the world is...
BOOK QUOTE:
“This morning, in the hour before dawn, the world is covered in a bank of fog: the cliffside and the distant hills are islands in this mist.The wind comes gusting in, seven small snowflakes melt upon the babe’s warm skin. Below, a flowing river of mist fills the basin with a gray light, a color that echoes in the young mother’s eyes. She holds her child close, she wraps him in that linen netting from above her bed.”
PHOTO: langste: Krzysztof Mierzejewski
April 6, 2015
"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and..."
- The hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy by Douglas Adams (via quotemybooks)
April 5, 2015
"Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with..."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson (via hqlines)
April 4, 2015
BOOK QUOTE: “Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my...
BOOK QUOTE:
“Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the day before she died, my mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea—the thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the rhythm never ceasing. And she taught me something: strange and secret words in a foreign tongue, a lilting singsong cadence to it.”
BOOK QUOTE: "Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I...
BOOK QUOTE:
"Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the day before she died, my mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea—the thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the rhythm never ceasing. And she taught me something: strange and secret words in a foreign tongue, a lilting singsong cadence to it."
