Jo Boniszewski

It’s like something shifted when I spoke to you, I can’t even put words to it. This sense of gentle peace, space, lightness, freedom. The realization that the longing I carried for so long, that pain was not about him all along. It was the yearning to return to that place from which, once upon a time, we all came.

Standing beneath this immense, bejeweled, star-spangled dome, breathing in its life, boundaries fall away, possibilities open up and my wings unfold. And I thought that you were the one who was the angel.

Lilac anemone, paper petals, turning tentatively to face a pale sun opening to reveal a lightness of being, a flash of gold, a fresh resilience, contented silence, the dawn of a new day.

Stay with me,’ he said, ‘until the sun goes out, the seas are parched, and the wind draws its last breath.

I am a sky gazer. The sky, it pulls at me. Its amazing eternal expanse of breathtaking beauty calls me back to my senses, stretches my awareness, soothes my eyes, opens my heart, stills me. I feel a soft soul longing to be up there, in the vastness, amongst the clouds that are alive and billow and skud and glow; metamorphosing from perfection into perfection. A constantly changing canvas brushed by magic.

With a burst of joy, my heels sprout wings, smile dancing. My heart sings like a bird caged, set free to soar, senses heightened like never before. Life. Is. Good.

By law of periodical repetition, everything which has happened once must happen again and again – and not capriciously, but at regular periods, and each thing in its own period, not another’s and each obeying its own law.

The progress of rivers to the ocean is not so rapid as that of man to error.

To the dull mind all nature is leaden. To the illumined mind the whole world burns and sparkles with light.

To know that we know what we know, and that we do not know what we do not know, that is true knowledge.

I like to be beholden to the great metropolitan English speech, the sea which receives tributaries from every region under heaven.

To be mature you have to realize what you value most… Not to arrive at a clear understanding of one’s own values is a tragic waste. You have missed the whole point of what life is for.

Compound for sins they are inclined to by damning those they have no mind to.

The intellectual man requires a fine bait; the sots are easily amused. But everybody is drugged with his own frenzy, and the pageant marches at all hours, with music and banner and badge.

There is nothing makes a man suspect much, more than to know little, and therefore men should remedy suspicion by procuring to know more, and not keep their suspicions in smother.

Property is an intellectual production. The game requires coolness, right reasoning, promptness, and patience in the players.

Life is not an exact science, it is an art.

Every being is in search of truth, but small fears go on preventing you.

Pictures must not be too picturesque.

A sudden bold and unexpected question does many times surprise a man and lay him open.

Adversity is the state in which man mostly easily becomes acquainted with himself, being especially free of admirers then.