“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… . And one fine morning ——
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
“I didn’t care before you were here
I danced in laughter with the ever after
But all things change”
— Pearl Jam, Sirens

God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with a five-mile drive to church.”

- Paul Harvey, during an 1978 address to the Future Farmers of America 


with each snowfall, they are embraced

with the failure of their song.

this city is burning but I’ve come so far

just to hear them underneath

this harvest moon. So I will wait

and my ears will be their salvation.

“You said: Come with me, and we’ll destroy Dust forever. You remember saying that? But you didn’t mean it. You meant the very opposite, didn’t you? I see now. Why didn’t you tell me what you were really doing? Why didn’t you tell me you were really trying to preserve Dust? You could have told me the truth.
—- I wanted you to come and join me, he said, his voice hoarse and quiet, and I thought you would prefer a lie.
Yes, she whispered, that’s what I thought.”
— Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

“the snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.”  

                                                                                - e e cummings