Quotes by Canadian Authors - Page 81

The Waterfall and the Sea""Her love and passion are a waterfall, fed from the wellspring of her heart,gently tumbling into a pool, preparing herself to share her gifts.His passion and love are like the sea, deep and wide, waiting mysteriously,Patiently he awaits her, calling out through time and spaceShe hears his call, her pool overflowing.Her love and passion gushing over her banks she rushes toward himWinding and twisting she finds her way, destined to reach his shoresHe awaits her arrival as she opens her delta and his tide comes inTheir waters mingle every molecule of her river with his seaForever mixing and sharing their passion and love in that place betweenThe Waterfall and the Sea
Christopher Earle
She reminded me that I could write stories,/could be struck by lightning & live.
Jen Currin
Furthermore, he had beautiful eyes.
Jeramy Dodds
O youcan’t tell someone just how lonely he is
Jeramy Dodds
you want to be angry but you can’t stop looking and when you look you love and when you love the entire world unfolds around you
Sina Queyras
if I finally do catch you and put my mouth to yours you will taste that summer.
Sina Queyras
NowNow is the time…Now is the time – Make a changeNow is the time – All is strangeNow is the time – Start life anewNow is the time – Cannot stewHeartbreak, loss, pain, and challenges paleNow is the time – Sharp as a nailNow is the time – Take a chanceNow is the time – Sing and danceNow is the time – Make a changeNow is the time – engageNow is the time…
Christopher Earle
Did we not look out together upon the dark waters of the lakeAnd behold there the constellationsOf both hemispheres at once?-Love Songs of the Cinnamon Wastes
Ian C. Esslemont
We are only allowed to livedue to some colossal misunderstanding.
Jeramy Dodds
she wanted because art
Nicole Brossard
I have seen the face of sorrowShe looks away in the distanceAcross all these bridgesFrom whence I cameAnd those spans, trussed and archedHold up our lives as we go back againTo how we thought thenTo how we thought we thought thenI have seen sorrow's face,But she is ever turned awayAnd her words leave me blindHer eyes make me muteI do not understand what she says to meI do not know if to obeyOr attempt a flood of tearsI have seen her faceShe does not speakShe does not weepShe does not know meFor I am but a stone fitted in placeOn the bridge where she walksLay of the BridgeburnersToc the Younger
Steven Erikson
A poem is a place where the conditions of beyondness and withinness are made palpable, where to imagine is to feel what it is like to be. It allows us to have the life we are denied because we are too busy living. Even more paradoxically, a poem permits us to live in ourselves as if we were just out of reach of ourselves.
Mark Strand
And what I said was I’ll miss you, What I meant to say was that I love you, What I wanted to say was that I meant what I said I miss you like I miss my own bedafter too many nights of sleeping on couchesor hardwood floors Or sitting silently behind the doors Of hotel rooms became wounds Breathing life in to this loneliness I miss youLike a burn victim must miss their own skinI miss you like a sad ending Must miss someplace new to beginBecause some say that the highway becomes a flat line if you travel it for too longI can’t tell if that’s true or false, But I’m racing down it towards you trying to find myPulse.
Shane L. Koyczan
Never on painter's canvas livesThe charm of his fancy's dream.
L.M. Montgomery
If I knew what safety looked like, I would have spent less time falling into arms that were not
Rupi Kaur
Understand the poem not the poet.
Christina Strigas
I was born one thousand times and all the while it was you I met again to only meet again under the thousand stars that divide us and connect us.
Christina Strigas
you are as faras the moonand as closeas it feelswhen I look upon it.
Christina Strigas
WINTER'S GHOST:Autumn moonincautious in the dark riverWinter’s ghost walkswith a covered faceand silver bones wait in all animalsto be bone cloth upon her shoulderwait for her happiness in that they are silver
Tamara Rendell
I do not fear the nightWhen I know that todayI am bathed in a lightIt cannot be stolen away
Holly Ducarte
Steal not this book for fear of shameFor on it is the owners nameAnd when you die the Lord will sayWhere is the book you stole awayAnd when you say you do not knowThe Lord will say go down below.
L.M. Montgomery
Since ever the world was spinningAnd till the world shall endYou've your man in the beginningOr you have him in the end,But to have him from start to finishAnd neither nor borrow nor lendIs what all of the girls are wantingAnd none of the gods can send
L.M. Montgomery
Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.
L.M. Montgomery
Very possibly this was the night my white-knight complex, as Solange put it, would get me killed. Someone had better write a poem about it. It was only fair.
Alyxandra Harvey
Tis action moves the world....[in] the game of chess, mind that: ye cannot leave your men to stand unmoving on the board and hope to win. A soldier must first step upon the battlefield if does mean to cross it.
Susanna Kearsley
With your visualization intact, commit to act.
Lorii Myers
For every forward action, there is an equally important forward reaction.
Lorii Myers
It’s not enough to fill your head with wondrous ideas—you must initiate action.
Lorii Myers
An act of love is not an act for you and not for me. It is an act for you as well as for me. Love is for us.
Vironika Tugaleva
The twins stopped and stared in surprise at the two vampires guarding a door on their right. The vampires returned their look of surprise."What are you doing here?" One of the vampires hissed."We're looking for Taco Bell." Luther said cheerfully as he and Tyrone reached behind their backs."Left or right, Tyrone?""I'll take the one on the left." Tyrone replied.
Elizabeth Kelly
When it comes to human success, I'm pretty sure the object doesn't need a net external force to move it.
Majid Kazmi
God has written us a book, and now we have the opportunity to respond with our words and actions.
Jared Brock
The fundamental difference between an instinctive response and an emotion is this: An instinctive response is the body’s direct response to some external situation. An emotion, on the other hand, is the body’s response to thought. Indirectly, an emotion can also be a response to an actual situation or event, but it will be a response to the event seen through the filter of a mental interpretation, the future of thought, that is to say, through the mental concepts of good and bad, like and dislike, me and mine.
Eckhart Tolle
You're such a bastard," she sighed.tHe chuckled. "Are you really insulting the man who just gave you an orgasm?
Elle Kennedy
I hate phones," he grumbled into her neck. "Seriously, I wanna go back in time and murder Alexander Graham Bell." He sat up with a groan. "Or was it Edison who invented the phone? I can never remember."tShe had to laugh. "I'm pretty sure it was Bell.
Elle Kennedy
Swallowing, he peered down at Noelle, floored by the sheer calm reflecting back at him. "You okay, babe?"tShe rolled her eyes. "Of course. What do you think I am, a pansy-ass damsel who weeps at the first sign of trouble?
Elle Kennedy
It suddenly occurred to him that for the first time in years, they were about to be alone together for more than five minutes.tJust the two of them. On a small jet. Tens of thousands of feet in the air.tChrist.tMaybe he should've packed a parachute, just in case.
Elle Kennedy
Maybe. But I was always fond of killing assholes. And you're at the top of the list.
Nashoda Rose
A threat should never be spoken, your enemy should not be told of your intentions. Either take decisive action or refrain from it, but never threaten
Soke Behzad Ahmadi
To react, is to be A slave to someone else's actions. Sometimes, A warrior is faced with the decision to strike pre-emptively, trusting his intuition, wisdom and years of training
Soke Behzad Ahmadi
We are the sum of our actions, and of our inactions, yes, that is easy enough to understand. What comes harder is finding ourselves the sum of our emotions, which flicker, altered by experience, by the things we cannot bear to tell ourselves, by the trouble we accrue, the flattening and tamping down as we learn how not to be hurt. As we learn protection and the easiest means of protection.
Carrie Snyder
What matters most right now, is what you do next.
Akiroq Brost
You are not who you say you are but rather what you do. Look at what it is that you do. If you don't like what you see: decide what you would like to see instead. Make those changes. Realize your potential. Harness your power. Seize every opportunity and do what it is that allows you to be true to yourself. Don't deny yourself your path. Only you can decide. Only you have that power. Only you are living your life.
Akiroq Brost
Take full responsibility of yourself, of your actions and of your inaction. It is only when you can truly and honestly face yourself that you can make any changes for the better. If you had a hand in it then you also have a hand in what you do going forward. Act on what you can do. Don't fret or stress over that which you can't control. Don't assign your responsibility as blame to others. Don't allow others to assign their responsibility as blame on to you. Be fair with yourself and others. Focus on positive momentum. Don't speak cruelly to yourself. Don't berate yourself. What is done is done. Focus instead on what you can do now, in this moment, moving forward. Empower yourself into change and betterment. It is up to you to advocate for your highest potential. That is the work you must do.
Akiroq Brost
Is this seat taken?"tThe deep, gravelly voice jolted Noelle from her blood-thirsty thoughts. When she laid eyes on the man it belonged to her breath caught in her throat.tShe blinked, wondering if maybe she'd dreamed him, but then he flashed her a captivating grin and she realized that he must be real - her mind wasn't capable of conjuring up a smile this heart-stoppingly gorgeous.tA pair of vivid blue eyes watched her expectantly as she searched for her voice.t"There are lots of other seats available," she finally replied, gesturing to the deserted tables all around them.tHe shrugged. "I don't want to sit anywhere but here."tShe moistened her suddenly dry lips. "Why?"t"Because none of those other seats are across from you," he said simply.
Elle Kennedy
Every human activity can be put at the service of the divine and of love. We should all exercise our gift to build community.
Jean Vanier
Many people are good at talking about what they are doing, but in fact do little. Others do a lot but don't talk about it; they are the ones who make a community live.
Jean Vanier
As her vision flickered one last time, the man was gone; it was her mother looking into her eyes.Her mother’s eyes were filled with so much love that it seemed to release her from her pain and fear as it did when she was a small child. Her mother cradled her as a baby, rocking her back and forth. She was safe now in her mother’s arms. She was at peace. Mommy, her heart sang, you’re here to save me.
Kim Cormack
Her vision came into focus and again this time the trees crackled and mocked her. You’re going to die you silly bitch, they seemed to chant. They waved their branches, howling, as the wind whistled through the trails which had suddenly grown icy cold. Kayn’s mind snapped back to reality; she had lost a lot of blood…none of this was real. Children of Ankh
Kim Cormack
As they walked, it seemed almost every building had some similar contrivance as decoration, adorning the street in a cacophony of clangs, bangs and whirs. The street’s surroundings danced with steam and smoke, the scent of oil and grease its perfume.
A.F. Stewart
Yes, 1960’s North American sitcoms have led me to study the United States 1920’s and 1930’s crime bosses— QET Jenkins
Kim Welsman
Science fiction is a field of writing where, month after month, every printed word implies to hundreds of thousands of people: 'There is change. Look, today's fantastic story is tomorrow's fact.
A.E. van Vogt
The folktale world is oriented positively toward its protagonist; a folktale is defined by the hero's triumph: magic weapons and helpers are, with the necessary narrative retardation, at his beck and call.
Darko Suvin
By definition, you can’t experience your own death. Death is the end of consciousness. And consciousness persists. In the language of physics, consciousness is conserved.I am the one who wakes up in the morning.Always.Every morning.I don’t die.I just become increasingly unlikely.
Robert Charles Wilson
Mary Shelley may well have invented science fiction. I think she did! But after that it seemed to be a boys' game.
William Gibson
I get tired of hearing some science-fiction fans saying that characterization isn't important in SF. In point of fact, I think it's probably more important in SF than in mainstream fiction. After all, if the author can't characterize humans well, he or she probably can't characterize aliens well either.
Robert J. Sawyer
There are many places that are not made for staying," Heckleck said. "They are too harsh, too hard, and too far away from whatever you call home. You don't root where you don't have to, unless you're unluck.
Cecil Castellucci
People who couldn't imagine themselves capable of evil were at a major disadvantage in dealing with people who didn't need to imagine, because they already were. She'd said it was always a mistake, to believe those people were different, special, infected with something that was inhuman, subhuman, fundamentally other. Which reminded her of what her mother had said about Corbell Picket. That evil wasn't glamorous, but just the result of ordinary half-assed badness, high school badness, given enough room, however that might happen, to become its bigger self. Bigger, with more horrible results, but never more than the cumulative weight of ordinary human baseness.
William Gibson
The future is already here. It's just not evenly distributed yet.
William Gibson
Are you just a car salesman or are you a poet too?” “I've never been accused of poetry before.
Robert Charles Wilson