Ned Hayes's Blog, page 49
April 3, 2015
BOOK QUOTE:“April comes to us with her showers sweet. I...
BOOK QUOTE:
“April comes to us with her showers sweet. I wake to the cries of little birds before the light comes across the heath. I turn back the rich brocaded cloth of gold on my bed and walk to my glazed casement window. I imagine my mother calling to me in the plaintive voice of the wood fowl, her words echoing across the years. I wrap myself in a Moorish robe of intricate design and gaze beyond my solitary window. Raindrops speckle the costly glass.”
BOOK QUOTE:"April comes to us with her showers sweet. I wake to...
BOOK QUOTE:
"April comes to us with her showers sweet. I wake to the cries of little birds before the light comes across the heath. I turn back the rich brocaded cloth of gold on my bed and walk to my glazed casement window. I imagine my mother calling to me in the plaintive voice of the wood fowl, her words echoing across the years. I wrap myself in a Moorish robe of intricate design and gaze beyond my solitary window. Raindrops speckle the costly glass."
April 2, 2015
Cats, books, what could be better?
Cats, books, what could be better?
April 1, 2015
BOOK QUOTE:“April comes to us with her showers sweet. I...
BOOK QUOTE:
“April comes to us with her showers sweet. I wake to the cries of little birds before the light comes across the heath. I turn back the rich brocaded cloth of gold on my bed and walk to my glazed casement window. I imagine my mother calling to me in the plaintive voice of the wood fowl, her words echoing across the years. I wrap myself in a Moorish robe of intricate design and gaze beyond my solitary window. Raindrops speckle the costly glass.”
PHOTO: matialonsorphoto: 30°C by matialonsor
BOOK QUOTE:"April comes to us with her showers sweet. I wake to...
BOOK QUOTE:
"April comes to us with her showers sweet. I wake to the cries of little birds before the light comes across the heath. I turn back the rich brocaded cloth of gold on my bed and walk to my glazed casement window. I imagine my mother calling to me in the plaintive voice of the wood fowl, her words echoing across the years. I wrap myself in a Moorish robe of intricate design and gaze beyond my solitary window. Raindrops speckle the costly glass."
PHOTO: matialonsorphoto: 30°C by matialonsor
March 31, 2015
“I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was...
“I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.”
- Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
(via junctionbookstore)
"Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to..."
- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via hqlines)
March 30, 2015
BOOK QUOTE: “Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot...
BOOK QUOTE: “Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal dropped in a watery sky. Light seeps across the forest as the reedy shrieks of wood fowl echo in the trees. The path from our village to the King’s Highway is a crooked line of mud rutted with cart tracks, a rough trough where the dirty snow is stabbed through by the hooves of feral sheep. To the east, that faint track leads up through the forest until it reaches, finally, the open country.” — from the novel SINFUL FOLK
March 29, 2015
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."
