Solitude coaxes magical things from our souls. – Terri Guillemets
I feel my body, my mind, weighted down — all is heavy — but my blood, my inner fire, my passion, the little unburdened kid in me, patiently waits to burst free. Some of us die never having burst. – Terri Guillemets
God can never be a definition. He is more than even the entirety of the dictionary. – Terri Guillemets
Junk mail, junk food, our society is full of junk living, period. – Terri Guillemets
But on the first day came veiled spirits from all hours into his soul… a soft intoxication, which the atmosphere of nature, like that of a wine-store, communicated to him, spread itself, like an enchanted solitude around his soul. – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,