Dawn, then, was a time where things changed element for element. Air ran like hot spring waters nowhere, with no sound. The lake was a quantity of steam very still and deep over valleys of fish and sand held baking under its serene vapors. Tar was poured licorice in the streets, red bricks were brass and gold, roof tops were paved with bronze. The high-tension wires were lightning held forever, blazing, a threat above the unslept houses.
The cicadas sang louder yet louder.
The sun did not rise, it overflowed.
~ Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.
~ Pablo Neruda
I take pleasure in tea, appreciating it with my spirit and therefore cannot explain why.
~ Sen Joo
All that is great is beyond language, and when you find that nothing can be expressed, then you have arrived. Then life is full of great beauty, great love, great joy, great celebration.
After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable. A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go. You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow.
~ H. G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance