A plane crashes on an island, and the pilot comes across a giant spider, which kills both him and an alien. One year later, Mercer (Alex Reid), the sister of the …
I woke up early and took the first train to take me away from the city. The noise and all its people. I was alone on the train and had no idea where I was going, and that?s why I went there. Two hours later we arrived in a small town, one of those towns with one single coffee shop and where everyone knows each other?s name. I walked for a while until I found the water, the most peaceful place I know. There I sat and stayed the whole day, with nothing and everything on my mind, cleaning my head. Silence, I learned, is some times the most beautiful sound.
— Charlotte Eriksson
It’s in those quiet little towns, at the edge of the world, that you will find the salt of the earth people who make you feel right at home.
— Aaron Lauritsen, 100 Days Drive: The Great North American Road Trip
I don’t have a diary, I don’t write things into a diary. I imprint myself into the sky and when the sunlight shines brightly, I can stand under the sun’s rays and everything I have imprinted of myself into the sky, I will begin to see again, feel again, remember. And when the wind begins to blow, it blows the details over my face, and I remember everything I left in the sky and see new things being born. I am unwritten.
— C. JoyBell C.
God has prepared for Himself one great song of praise throughout eternity, and those who enter the community of God join in this song. It is the song that the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy at the creation of the world. (Job 38:7). It is the victory song of the children of Israel after passing through the Red Sea, the Magnificat of Mary after the annunciation, the song of Paul and Silas in the night of prison, the song of the singers on the sea of glass after their rescue, the song of Moses the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb (Rev. 15:3) It is the song of the heavenly fellowship.
— Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Life Together: The Classic Exploration of Christian Community
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it’s in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.
— Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song