"...judgmental people always lack curiosity" "Interest is…
"...judgmental people always lack curiosity"
"Interest is the sincerest form of respect."
"...judgmental people always lack curiosity"
"Interest is the sincerest form of respect."
Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken. - Oscar Wilde.
I think of this song (sometimes) when I'm having a bad day. It helps.
Who can turn the world on with her smile? Who can take a nothing day, and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile? Well it's you girl, and you should know it With each glance and every little movement you show it
Love is all around, no need to waste it You can have the town, why don't you take it You're gonna make it after all You're gonna make it after all!
How will you make it on your own? This world is awfully big, girl this time you're all alone But it's time you started living It's time you let someone else do some giving
Love is all around, no need to waste it You can have the town, why don't you take it You're gonna make it after all You're gonna make it after all
"Don't be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams."
Unknown source. I had it written in my date book from last year.
When I think of witches, I seem to see all over England, all over Europe, women living and growing old, as common as blackberries, and as unregarded, I see them, wives and sisters of respectable men, chapel members, and blacksmiths, and small farmers, and Puritans. . . . Well, there they were, there they are, child-rearing, house-keeping, hanging washed dishcloths on currant bushes; and for diversion each other’s silly conversation, and listening to men talking together in the way that men talk and women listen. . . . Nothing for them except subjection and plaiting their hair. . . . That’s why we become witches: to show our scorn of pretending life’s a safe business, to satisfy our passion for adventure. . . . It’s to escape all that—to have a life of one’s own, not an existence doled out to you by others.
Why I Became a Witch - Sylvia Townsend Warner (1893–1978) wrote Lolly Willowes, her debut novel, shortly before meeting her life partner, the poet Valentine Ackland (née Mary Kathleen Macrory). They would live together for thirty-eight years, and catch the attention of MI5 for their communist activities. When Virginia Woolf once asked Warner, at a party in Bloomsbury, how she knew so much about witches, the author of Lolly Willowes replied matter-of-factly: “Because I am one".