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November 5, 2014
"On the day we take the forest path to the deep stream beside...
"On the day we take the forest path to the deep stream beside the alder copse. There a plover calls in the deep woodsy stillness, and then a pair of martins dart across the over-grown path. Through the trees can be seen the thick and fast-moving line of flowing water, a steep bank beneath our feet and flowering at the edge of the water, the purple loosestrife and meadowsweet of spring."
November 4, 2014
Bookshelves, bookshelves, bookshelves…. books!
Bookshelves, bookshelves, bookshelves…. books!
November 2, 2014
BOOK QUOTE:
"On the day we take the forest path to the deep...
BOOK QUOTE:
"On the day we take the forest path to the deep stream beside the alder copse. There a plover calls in the deep woodsy stillness, and then a pair of martins dart across the over-grown path. Through the trees can be seen the thick and fast-moving line of flowing water, a steep bank beneath our feet and flowering at the edge of the water, the purple loosestrife and meadowsweet of spring."
November 1, 2014
The 25 Best Quotes About Authors
Happy National Author’s Day
I have just learnt that 1 November is the day to celebrate your favourite authors in America. The US Department of Commerce recognised 1 November as National Author’s Day in 1949. (Read more here).
I love this idea. I have found faith, solace, joy, and redemption in the books I have read. From the moment I could read, I was entranced by the magic that existed between the pages of a novel. I am grateful to all the authors who truly made me realise I was not alone.
I wanted to celebrate by putting together a selection of my favourite quotes about writers. I hope you enjoy them.
The 25 Best Quotes About Authors
October 31, 2014
L’Haunting — Henri Le Chat Noir — have a...
L’Haunting — Henri Le Chat Noir — have a hilarious and existential Halloween! (#4)
“I lift my eyes to the distant moon that shines over our...
“I lift my eyes to the distant moon that shines over our earthly sphere. I stare around at the field in front of me, the seven-branched candelabrum etched over the archway, the dark gray stones ranked together in rows, the brambles overgrowing this secret shadowed place.
This is the closest I will ever come to finding my people. It is the last graveyard of my people in London.”
Happy Halloween from Sinful Folk!
