As you get older you realize that a $300 watch and a $30 watch both tell the same time.
A Michael Kors wallet and a Forever 21 wallet hold the same amount of money.
A $300,000 house and a $100,000 house host the same loneliness.
A Ford will also drive you as far as a Bentley.
True Happiness is not found in materialistic things, it comes from the love and the laughter found with each other.
Stay humble…the holes dug for us in the ground are all the same size.
Anyone who has lost their mother in death can feel beauty resonate with each note that Maria Callas sings in this aria. Surely, anyone who believes in God can rest assured in His divine mercy.
La mamma morta.
m’hanno alla porta della stanza mia
Moriva e mi salvava!
poi a notte alta io con Bersi errava,
quando ad un tratto
un livido bagliore guizza
e rischiara innanzi a’ passi miei
la cupa via!
Bruciava il loco di mia culla!
Così fui sola!
E intorno il nulla!
Fame e miseria!
Il bisogno, il periglio!
e Bersi, buona e pura,
di sua bellezza ha fatto un mercato,
un contratto per me!
Porto sventura a chi bene mi vuole!
Fu in quel dolore
che a me venne l’amore!
Voce piena d’armonia e dice
Vivi ancora! Io son la vita!
Ne’ miei occhi è il tuo cielo!
Tu non sei sola!
Le lacrime tue io le raccolgo!
Io sto sul tuo cammino e ti sorreggo!
Sorridi e spera! Io son l’amore!
Tutto intorno è sangue e fango?
Io son divino! Io son l’oblio!
Io sono il dio che sovra il mondo
scendo da l’empireo, fa della terra un ciel! Ah!
Io son l’amore, io son l’amore, l’amore
E l’angelo si accosta, bacia,
e vi bacia la morte!
Corpo di moribonda è il corpo mio.
Io son già morta cosa!
My mother is dying
on the threshold of my bedroom’s door;
by her death she saved me!
Later, during the night, I was walking around with Bersi,
a gleam of light flashes
and brightens the dark path
in front of me!
My home was on fire!
Like this I became alone!
And around me there was nothing!
Hungry and misery!
The need, the danger!
I fell ill,
and Bersi, good and pure,
sold her beauty
to save me.
I carry misfortune to anyone who cares for me!
It was in the middle of that suffering
that love came to me!
A voice full of harmony said to me
yet live! I’m life!
In my eyes there’s your sky!
You’re not alone!
I’ll dry your tears!
I’m in your path and I help you!
Smile and wait! I’m the love!
All around you is blood and mud?
I am divine! I’m the forgotten one!
I’m the God that rules the world
I descend from the heavens and make from earth a sky! Ah!
I am love! I am love, the love
And the angel approaches, kisses, and kisses you death!
My body is like body of a dead woman.
Then take it.
I’m already dead!
“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,
Love like you’ll never be hurt,
Sing like there’s nobody listening,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey
Most of my adult life I’ve run a fan, even in the winter as white noise, so that I can lull myself off to sleep. Don’t ask me where this all began. I find it strangely comforting. Everybody has their quirks and that is one of mine.
Seven years ago it used to drive my fiancé nuts to hear the thing humming away. Now? He can’t sleep without it. It seems as though I got him hooked on the appliance. In fact, the kids both have their fans too. My teenager likes his set on high, my pre-schooler at a whisper.
We were vacationing this past summer at the Cape and we had no fan, so I purchased a “box fan” sound from iTunes. (Is there anything they don’t sell on there?)
Lately though, I’ve been thinking about converting back to solitude and quiet. For whatever reason, like everything else lately, it’s starting to aggravate me. Yup I know! Crazy right? I’m not sure if the Fab fiancé would let the fan go without a fight? I just feel like we shouldn’t have a household full of fans blowing and humming all night through. I need to save them from the wind vortex.
Any strange habits you’d care to share?