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Fragments
A commonplace book of what lingers
A sentence overheard.
A passage underlined.
A thought that returned.
A line that refused to fade.
Words borrowed, found, or written in passing - not conclusions, but small lights along the way.
Don’t wait for me to bloom — I am growing into a tree.
If the past cannot be erased, let the will rename it.
All things fall and are built again,
and those that build them again are gay. (William Butler Yeats)
Ignore the demon within, and it will tear you apart in the dark; acknowledge it, and your wholeness endures.
Those who cannot look within will misread the world; those who fail to understand the world will struggle to know themselves.
Why then the world’s mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open. (William Shakespeare)
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