"I met Hilary Vaughan at a Student Ball in 1944 and we married in the summer of 1946, as soon as I graduated."

-- James Black

#Summer Quotes #Balls Quotes #Students Quotes

“I loved a lass, a fair one,As fair as e'er was seen;She was indeed a rare one,Another Sheba queen:But, fool as then I was,I thought she loved me too:But now, alas! she's left me,Falero, lero, loo!”

Source : George Wither, “I Loved A Lass”
“Old age is the fourth stage. By the time one reaches this stage of his journey, he must have discovered that the joys available in this world are trivial and fleeting. He must be equipped with the higher knowledge of spiritual joy, available through delving into the inner spring of Bliss. Through his experiences, his heart must have softened and be filled with compassion. He has to be engrossed in promoting the progress of all beings without distinction. And he must be eager to share with others the knowledge he has accumulated and the benefit of his experiences.”
“Lifes That Way was an extraordinarily difficult book to write, because it wasnt written as a book. It was written as a journal of events that were happening as I wrote it, without the space or time either to digest or analyze those events and without the hindsight and peace that writing in the aftermath would have provided.”
“Men wrongly lament the flight of time, blaming it for being too swift; they do not perceive that its passage is sufficiently long, but a good memory, which nature has given to us, causes things long past to seem present.”
“You want people to feel comfortable to walk in their neighborhoods, go out and shop, do business.”
“To write as if your life depended on it; to write across the chalkboard, putting up there in public the words you have dredged; sieved up in dreams, from behind screen memories, out of silence-- words you have dreaded and needed in order to know you exist.”
“There's nothing harder than going on TV and saying something that you don't believe. I don't do that anymore.”
“Far more frightening than the thought of dying was the experience of erasure already occurring in my life. My fear of becoming someone who did not count.”

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