The Elements Were "seeking" Each Other In

The Dawn Came - Not The Flaming Sky That Promises Storm, But A Golden Dawn Of Infinite Promise. The Birds Came Flying Up Out Of The East In Wedge-shaped Formation, And The Mist Lifted In Soft Wreaths Of Sun-shot Silver. Colour Came Back To The World. The Grass Glowed With A Green So Vivid That It Seemed Pulsing, Like Flame, From Some Hidden Fire In The Earth, The Distant Woods Took On All The Amazing Deep Crimsons And Purples Of Their Winter Colouring, The Banks Were Studded With Their Jewels Of Lichens And Bright Moss, And Above The Wet Hedges Shone With Sun-shot Orbs Of Light.

Could You Understand The Meaning Of Light If There Were No Darkness To Point The Contrast? Day And Night, Life And Death, Love And Hatred, Since None Of These Things Can Have Any Being At All Apart From The Existence Of The Other, You Can No More Separate Them Than You Can Separate The Two Sides Of A Coin.

Being Ill Makes You Feel What Well People Call Sentimental, But What You Feel Is Nonetheless Genuine Whatever They Call It.

In My Opinion, Too Much Attention To Weather Makes For Instability Of Character.

"most Of Us Tend To Belittle All Suffering Except Our Own," Said Mary. "i Think It's Fear. We Don't Want To Come Too Near In Case We're Sucked In And Have To Share It".