The One With The Blockquotes
Two good quotes here, one short and prose, the other longer and a poem. First, the last lines of The Great Gatsby:
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter–tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And then one find morning—–
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
The second is poem called “Any Morning,” by William Stafford.
Just lying on the couch and being happy.
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t
monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People won’t even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.Later in the day you can act like the others.
You can shake your head. You can frown.