trentreedy:

Christmas time at Auntie’s Bookstore in Spokane, Washington.

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

Naomi Shihab Nye, The Words Under the Words: Selected Poems (via larmoyante)
amandaonwriting:

Happy Birthday, Emily Dickinson, born 10 December 1830, died 15 May 1886
10 Quotes
We meet no Stranger, but Ourself
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Hope is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
Forever is composed of nows.
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
I don’t profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
Behaviour is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
Dickinson was an American poet who is acknowledged as one of the most original and influential poets of the 19th Century.
Source for Image
by Amanda Patterson for Writers Write

amandaonwriting:

Happy Birthday, Emily Dickinson, born 10 December 1830, died 15 May 1886

10 Quotes

  1. We meet no Stranger, but Ourself
  2. To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
  3. Hope is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul.
  4. If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
  5. Forever is composed of nows.
  6. I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
  7. I don’t profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
  8. Behaviour is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
  9. A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
  10. That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

Dickinson was an American poet who is acknowledged as one of the most original and influential poets of the 19th Century.

Source for Image

by Amanda Patterson for Writers Write

Brothers Karamazov book covers.

This is my ultimate goal for 2014 and until the end of my days … slow the hell down … simplify.

This is my ultimate goal for 2014 and until the end of my days … slow the hell down … simplify.

Art Bookseller

Art Bookseller

Because this business of becoming conscious, of being a writer, is ultimately about asking yourself, How alive am I willing to be?
Anne Lamott; Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.
Henry Miller (via larmoyante)

catonhottinroof:

Compare:

John O’Connor         Ludgate, Evening, 1887

William Logsdail       St. Paul’s and Ludgate Hill, 1884–87

Wilhelm Trübner      Ludgate Hill, 1884

Please, no matter how we advance technologically, please don’t abandon the book. There is nothing in our material world more beautiful than the book.

Patti Smith, Just Kids (acceptance speech at the 2010 National Book Awards)

bookpatrol:

Nostalgia by Jim Westergard. Wood engraving. Edition of 30. 6 x 4 inches. $60

bookpatrol:

Nostalgia by Jim Westergard. Wood engraving. Edition of 30. 6 x 4 inches. $60

To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the music the words make.
Truman Capote; Truman Capote: Conversations (Literary Conversations)
teachingliteracy:

Cornell Library Nook (by patrix99)

Nice.

teachingliteracy:

Cornell Library Nook (by patrix99)

Nice.

Wasn’t writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?
Ian McEwan; Atonement

hoplalalaa:

Classic Book Brooches made with Original pages by houseofismay