![]() Author has written 8 stories for General, and Romance. My name is Jessie, I love people, I love life, and I love stories :) “Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!” “You are a clever little monster,' said the Doctor, tossing off another cognac and placing the glass upon the table with a click. 'A diabolically clever little monster.' “In Elias’s mouth litritcher was the most beautiful word I heard. It sounded like something to eat, something rich like chocolate. “For instance,’ John went on, ‘they don’t understand a single thing we say. But, worse than that, they don’t understand what other things say. Why, only last Monday I heard Jane remark that she wished she knew what language the Wind spoke.” “I like that too,’ said Christopher Robin, ‘but what I like doing best is Nothing.’ “We do not know what things look like, as you say,’ the beast said. ‘We know what things are like. It must be a very limiting thing, this seeing.” “Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.” “I said, ‘what you does do, mister?’ “You’re going to stop cruelty?” she asked. “And greediness, and all those things? I don’t think you could. You’re very clever, but, oh no, you couldn’t do anything like that.” “And all that the Lorax left here in this mess “…promise you won’t forget about me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.” “Perhaps you can feel if you can’t hear,” was her fancy. “Perhaps kind thoughts reach people somehow, even through windows and doors and walls. Perhaps you feel a little warm and comforted, and don’t know why, when I am standing here in the cold and hoping you will get well and happy again.” “Surely your gladness need not be the less for the thought that you will one day see a brighter dawn than this – when lovelier sights will meet your eyes than any waving trees or rippling waters – when angel-hands shall undrawn your curtains, and sweeter tones than ever loving Mother breathed shall wake you to a new and glorious day – and when all the sadness, and the sin, that darkened life on this little earth, shall be forgotten like the dreams of a night that is past!” |