Muse of the Day
There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me. Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me. Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
No net ensnares me…
I do love the beginning of the summer hols,’ said Julian. They always seem to stretch out ahead for ages and ages.’‘They go so nice and slowly at first,’ said Anne, his little sister. ‘Then they start to gallop. Enid Blyton, Five Go Off in a Caravan
Each month I find TV shows, movies, and events to look forward to.
The past always seems better when you look back on it than it did at the time. And the present never looks as good as it will in the future. It’s depressing if you spend too much time reliving old joys. You think you’ll never have anything as good again. Peter Benchley, Jaws
Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated. Lucretius, On the Nature of Things
The air of those rooms was saturated with the fine bouquet of a silence so nourishing, so succulent, that I never went into them without a sort of greedy anticipation, particularly on those first mornings, chilly still, of the Easter holidays, when I could taste it more fully because I had only just arrived in Combray[…] Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way
You Don’t Own Me was originally recorded by Leslie Gore in 1963 when she was only 17 years old. At the time, the defiant song inspired young women, and is seen as one of the early influences of the Women’s Liberation Movement. There have been several successful covers of the song, most recently by SayGrace in 2015, who gives the song a modern swagger. Interestingly, SayGrace’s version is produced by Quincy Jones, who also produced Leslie Gore’s version.
I miss your fragrance, sometimes I miss it this much that I can clearly smell you in the air. Qaisar Iqbal Janjua
What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning…