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...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
BOOKS
Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
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This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
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8 comments:
I adore Sinéad O' Connor ... this is a gorgeous song.
Oddly, I'm a big fan of her but not her music. There's the odd track I like, and this just got added.
Oh but i am a fan , and she is most beautiful & brave! ps hi by the way its been ages i know!! oops
Hello Ruthie. Nice to see you. I'm quietly watching the development of your lovely studio. Hope it does well.
thanks jeff, im in need of a holiday me thinks, feeling a little frazzled!! well done you by the way! onions! i only managed a handful of toms & some lettuce ;-)
Odd, you should say that. My tomatoes just wouldn't take off this year. They were planted early enough, but they're about two months late in their development. I'll be lucky if I get a few in September. Bags of lettuce, though, and I'm swamped with sugar snap peas and runner beans.
oh yum, fresh runner beans!! i have lots of toms, but not very mmany going ripe at all, blooming weather lol
This is my first year of runner beans, and I'm learning which ones to pick. You have to use the slim ones. The fat ones with big beans are horribly tough. Well, mine are anyway.
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