Posts tagged Good Book
Excerpt | A Love Letter

"I just don't know how to write a love letter. what can you say to a girl that shows you really like her?"
"How about, enclosed please find a cookie?"

Schulz, C. M. (2005) The Complete Peanuts, vol. 3: 1955-1956

Excerpt | Tea & Honey

"I don’t feel very much like Pooh today," said Pooh.

"There there," said Piglet.
"I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do."

Milne, A. A. (1926) Winnie-the-Pooh I

Excerpt | Pain

This is why we’re here. To fight through the pain and, when possible, to relieve the pain of others. So simple. So hard to see.

Agassi, A (2009) Open

Excerpt | Irish Summer Things

It was one of those summers you’re nostalgic for even before it passes.
Pale, bled skies.
Thunderstorms in the night.
Sour-smelling dawns.
It brought temptation, and yearning, and ache – these are the summer things.

Barry, K (2011) City of Bohane

Excerpt | I Like You

“I really like you, Midori. A lot.”
“How much is a lot?”
“Like a spring bear,” I said.
“A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.”
“You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”
“Yeah. Really nice.”
“That’s how much I like you.” 

Murakami, H. (1987 ) Norwegian Wood

Excerpt | Yoko Ono

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

Excerpt | Perspective

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

Steinbeck, J. (1962) Travels with Charley: In Search of America

Excerpt | Albert Camus

In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

Excerpt | New Beginning

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

Fitzgerald, F. Scott (1925) The Great Gatsby

Excerpt | Today

is only one day in all the days that will ever be.
but what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today.


hemingway, e. (1940) for whom the bell tolls

Excerpt | The Primacy of Perception

to see is to enter a universe of beings which display themselves, and they would not do this if they could not be hidden behind each other or behind me. in other words: to look at an object is to inhabit it, and from this habitation to grasp all things in terms of the aspect which they present to it. but in so far as i see those things too, they remain abodes open to my gaze, and being potentially lodged in them, i already perceive from various angles the central object of my present vision. thus every object is the mirror of all others.

merleau-ponty, m. (1945) the phenomenology of perception

Excerpt | Electric Vehicle

one of the rare industries that electricity has failed to dominate is automobile production, but a review of the early story of the car suggests that this was by no means inevitable. the first crude examples of electric vehicles had been demon- started as early as the 1830s by pioneers such as scotsman robert davidson and american thomas davenport, and electric cars — by then refined by numerous other inventors.
in both the US and Europe — were increasingly available to consumers by the last decade of the nineteenth century. touted as cleaner, quieter, more reliable, and easier to operate, electric cars enjoyed a popularity that easily rivaled their gas and steam counterparts; in 1900, of the 4,192 vehicles manufactured in the US, 1,575 were electric, 936 were gasoline-driven, and 1,681 were steam-powered. electric cars also held the world land speed record from its official inception in 1898 until 1902, when a steam-powered car took the record.
despite this propitious beginning, a little less than two decades later the electric car was on the wane — in 1913, for example, more than eighty electric car models were available on the u.s market; just four years later, that number had dwindled to barely twenty. several factors contributed to why internal combustion vehicles came to dominate the automobile market so completely: gas prices dropped with the rigging of crude oil in texas; henry ford’s new production techniques made gas automobiles suddenly far cheaper than electric cars; and america’s burgeoning road culture made speed and convenience at long distances the decisive criteria for customers’ choices. although the brief revival of the electric car in the 1970s was ultimately not sustained, recent trends in automotive technology suggest that electric cars may have better luck in the twenty-first century.
 

cabinet. (2006) issue 21, electricity. page 62 'the early history of the electric vehicle'.

Excerpt | Nature

after all, nature is a symbol of freedom. sometimes nature actually gives rise to and maintains the idea of freedom. if we base our technical plans primarily on nature we have a chance to ensure that the course of development is once again in a direction in which our everyday work and all its forms will increase freedom rather than decrease it.

aalto, a. (1985) tr. essay on 'National planning and the goals of culture'

Excerpt | The Secret Of Happiness

'but before i go, i want to tell you a little story. “a certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. the lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.
rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. the wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man’s attention. the wise man listened attentively to the boy’s explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn’t have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. he suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours.
“‘meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something,’ said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. as you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill.’ “the boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon.
after two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was. “‘well,’ asked the wise man, ‘did you see the persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?’ “the boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. his only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.
“‘then go back and observe the marvels of my world,’ said the wise man. ‘you cannot trust a man if you don’t know his house.’ “relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. he saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen.
“‘but where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?’ asked the wise man. “looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone. “‘well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you,’ said the wisest of wise men. ‘the secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.” 

coelho, p. (1993) the alchemist

Excerpt | Those who love much

, do much and accomplish much, and whatever is done with love is done well. love is the best and noblest thing in the human heart, especially when it is tested by life as gold is tested by fire.
happy is he who has loved much, and although he may have wavered and doubted, he has kept that divine spark alive and returned to what was in the beginning and ever shall be.
if only one keeps loving faithfully what is truly worth loving and does not squander one's love on trivial and insignificant and meaningless things then one will gradually obtain more light and grow stronger.

van gogh, v. and de leeuw, r. (1997) the letters of vincent van gogh

Fundamentals | Faith

there are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

shakespeare, w.

Excerpt | Do Nothing

"what do you like doing best in the world, pooh?"
"well," said pooh, "what I like best..." and then he had to stop and think. because although eating honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.
and then he thought that being with christopher robin was a very good thing to do,
and having piglet near was a very friendly thing to have; and so, when he had thought it all out, he said,
"what I like best in the whole world is me and piglet going to see you, and you saying 'what about a little something?' and me saying, 'well, I shouldn't mind a little something, should you, piglet,' and it being a hummy sort of day outside, and birds singing."
"i like that too," said christopher robin, "but what I like doing best is nothing.” 
"how do you do nothing?" asked pooh, after he had wondered for a long time.
"well, it's when people call out at you just as you're going off to do it, what are you going to do, christopher robin, and you say, oh, nothing, and then you go and do it.” 

milne, a.a. (1928) the house at pooh corner

Fundamentals | You

Be who you are, and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.

baruch, b.m.

Excerpt | We can still do things

it's like when my doctor told me the story of these two brothers whose dad was a bad alcoholic. one brother grew up to be a successful carpenter and never drank. the other brother ended up being a drinker as bad as his dad was. when they asked the first brother why he didn't drink, he said that after he saw what it did to his father, he could never bring himself to even try it. when they asked the other brother, he said that he guessed he learned how to drink on his father's knee. so, i guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. and maybe we'll never know most of them. but even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. we can still do things. and we can try to feel okay about them.

chbosky, s. (1999) the perks of being a wallflower