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Slipping and Sliding

Sometimes, when my mind needs to be refreshed, I look at some of my favorite quotes. They stimulate my little grey cells, kick me in the butt, and butter me up so that I can slip and slide.

Let’s see… I may write something like this:

She swung around with a bucket of the blackberries she had been picking for the last hour. A noise in the bushes had made her turn. But when she looked, no one was there. Disappointed, she turned back…

bush

At this point, I am going to go through some of the quotes that inspire me, and choose one to butter me up.

I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.

– Charles Dickens

Beware that you do not lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.    

-Aesop

The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it. 

-Jean Paul Sartre

Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I’d never leave.

 -A. A. Milne

I can’t go back to yesterday – because I was a different person then.

Lewis Carroll

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. 

-William Shakespeare

Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure. 

-Joseph Campbell

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don’t, they never were.         

-Khalil Gibran

When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. 

-Maya Angelou

Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who  want to feel important. They don’t mean to do harm. But the harm does not interest them.

-T. S. Eliot

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can’t move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

 -Robert Frost

If you always do what interests you, at least one person is pleased.

-Katharine Hepburn

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

 -Victor Hugo

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book. 

-Marcel Proust

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.

 -Oscar Wilde

Your time is limited; so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.

– Steve Jobs

It always seems impossible until it’s done.  

-Nelson Mandela

All right. Now that I’ve gone through my quotes, I think I’ll choose ….

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.

***

She swung around with a bucket of the blackberries she had been picking for the last hour. A noise in the bushes had made her turn. But when she looked, no one was there. Disappointed, she turned back.

Her old hand, stained with blackberry juice, wrinkled and scratched, reached out to finish off the bush she was working on, when handsuddenly she just let it drop limply by her side. She was tired. She was tired of picking the berries day after day, year after year. She was tired of listening to only one heartbeat at night. She was tired of waiting for someone that might never come.  

“I’ll meet you in the spring,” he had said so long ago. “In the forest where the berry bushes grow.”

“All right,” she had answered coyly, swinging her long glossy locks over her shoulder. “I’ll wait for you,” she smiled, looking up into his ardent blue eyes. “But don’t keep me waiting too long.”

***

 Now I’ll try another one of my quotes. This time I think I’ll choose…

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can’t move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

***

She swung around with a bucket of the blackberries she had been picking for the last hour. A noise in the bushes had made her turn. But when she looked, no one was there. Disappointed, she turned back…

pailHer bucket was only half full. Or was it only half empty? She looked down into it, but couldn’t tell. Night was beginning to fall. Another noise in the bushes made her turn around again.

“Who’s there?” she called out. Her heart began to tremble. Her lips went dry. Just this afternoon she had been warned that there was someone lurking around the farms. It was all over school. One of the teachers had warned that no one should go out alone, at least not until it was discovered who it was. Another teacher had suggested that they just remain vigilant, but to continue on with their regular lives.

 “Who’s there?” she called again.

 That’s when she saw a long shadow pass over her and she froze in place.

 “It’s me,” a voice whispered. “I’ve been looking and looking and finally I’ve found you.”

Carefully, she set her pail down. The voice was one that she knew. She didn’t turn and run. She didn’t scream out.  She didn’t do anything but smile.

“You’re back,” she laughed, throwing her arms around him. “Oh Tom, you’re back. You’re alive and well and I don’t have to worry about you anymore. ”

 Later that night she told her brother, who had finally come home from the war, that she had picked a half-full bucket of berries for him and that the next day, after school, she would make him a great, big, beautiful American blueberry pie.

bucket

            If you have a quote you’d like to share, please send it to me!

-Julie

 

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