Some people collect campaign buttons or postcards or even shoes. I collect words.
I collect SINGLE WORDS on scraps of paper that seem to be all over the house.
When I get a chance, I look the word up, and sometimes the meaning stays with me, and sometimes it doesn’t.
I collect SENTENCES that amuse, inspire, or reassure. These usually make it into a special notebook.
The doctor said I was suffering from an inadequate adjustment to aging. ( Joan Didion in “Blue Nights)
“No one becomes old until regret takes the place of dreams.” (John Barrymore)
If you can’t be content with what you have received, be thankful for what you have escaped.
A good cry is like a carwash for the soul. (Bill Hayes; NY Times)
“We done fell out the trouble tree and hit every branch on the way down.” (Sharon Draper in “Copper Sun”)
You can’t look at a sleeping cat and be tense. (Jane Pauley)
Don’t shoot the bear until you see it!
Be courageous. It’s one of the only places left uncrowded.
Life is a wondrous gray.
I collect PASSAGES, and they land in the notebook, too, although if they are very lengthy, they make it to the file cabinet.
“The key to your happiness is to own your slippers, own who you are, own how you look, own your family, own the talents you have, and own the ones you don’t. If you keep saying your slippers aren’t yours, then you’ll die searching, you’ll die bitter, always feeling you were promised more. Not only our actions, but also our omissions, become out destiny. Abraham Verghese: “Cutting for Stone.”
© Dorothy C. Judd
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