kis·met \ˈkiz-ˌmet, -mət\ - noun; often capitalized
1. fate.
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"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language.
That may be the measure of our lives." - Toni Morrison

"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown

16 September 2009

there is such beauty in this prose

"A marvellous stillness pervaded the world, and the stars, together with the serenity of their rays, seemed to shed upon the earth the assurance of everlasting security."

"He appealed to all sides at once, --- to the side turned perpetually to the light of day, and to that side of us which, like the other hemisphere of the moon, exists stealithly in perpetual darkness, with only a fearful ashy light falling at times on the edge."

- Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim

What prose sends shivers up your spine and leaves you awestruck?

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