“The Guide says there is an art to flying”, said Ford, “or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”
― Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything
This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.
A collaborative post between belgradestreets and belgianstreets featuring a collage of images from the Aviation Museums in Belgrade and Brussels
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“But writing poems and letters doesn’t seem to do much good.”
― Sylvia Plath
This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.
“It was the root of street cool, too, the knowing posture that implied connection, invisible lines up to the hidden levels of influence.”
― William Gibson, Neuromancer
This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.
“Look: the trees exist; the houses we dwell in stand there stalwartly.
Only we pass by it all, like a rush of air.
And everything conspires to keep quiet about us, half out of shame perhaps, half out of some secret hope.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies
“In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.”
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno
“Life doesn’t imitate art, it imitates bad television.”
― Woody Allen
“The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone who thinks and feels with us, and who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.
“Light the Christmas candles for your children! Let them sing carols! But don’t delude yourselves, don’t content yourselves year after year with the shabby, pathetic, sentimental feeling you have when you celebrate your holidays! Demand more of yourselves! Love and joy and the mysterious thing we call “happiness” are not over here or over there, they are only “within yourselves.”
― Hermann Hesse
“For a while, is a phrase whose length can’t be measured.
At least by the person who’s waiting.”
― Haruki Murakami
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