Ned Hayes's Blog, page 52
March 6, 2015
Great Jane Austen quote! “Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But...
Great Jane Austen quote! “Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride - where there is a real superiority of mind, pride will be always under good regulation.”
March 5, 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.”
March 4, 2015
BOOK QUOTE:“On most nights under the winter moon when we have...
BOOK QUOTE:
“On most nights under the winter moon when we have made our camp, around us echo faint sounds of that other hidden world—the one of meadow and forest in the night. The melody of whip-poor-will, the cry of hunting owl, the scurrying rush of vole and chasing fox. It is as if some great razor scraped the life from this sheet of white-edged vellum, leaving only blank.”
March 3, 2015
BOOK QUOTE:
"Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal...
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 no road at all. To the east, that faint track leads up through the forest until it reaches, finally, the open country and paths that lead to other places. Hob is taking us beyond the bounds of the known world.”
— from the novel SINFUL FOLK
March 2, 2015
Books, Tea, what more could I ask for?
Books, Tea, what more could I ask for?
March 1, 2015
February 28, 2015
BOOK QUOTE: "People come to me on waves of memory, but all of...
BOOK QUOTE:
"People come to me on waves of memory, but all of them are ghosts. The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born. 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 breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She waited to tell me the secret."
February 27, 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: 4nimalparty: (by mikev1)
February 26, 2015
BOOK QUOTE: "Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal...
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."
PHOTO: ldarknessl:
