The Green Fig Tree

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; – George Gordon, Lord Byron

img_4780

Posted by katiecolvin on November 14th, 2009 | Filed in Rantings | Comment now »

Leave a Comment

Name (required)

Mail (will not be published) (required)

Website

Ponder This

A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her, – the light which, showing the way, forbids it. At that early period it served but to bewilder her. It moved her to dreams, to thoughtfulness, to the shadowy anguish which had overcome her the midnight when she had abandoned herself to tears. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
Search for:
Recent Posts
Archives
Netflix Movies at Home
GOODREADS
Worthwhile Blogs
Tools

Copyrights © The Green Fig Tree | Tree2 by Headsetoptions | Powered by WordPress