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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| da5a0cd | How quiet is the house when the mistress has gone. You walk in, and the same smell is a comfort to you, the air on your cheek has the same feel, the fire makes the same noise, the china plates on the dresser shelves laugh at you as they always did, and the clock is still as loud as he always was with his heels on the road of Time. But a warmness is missing, a briskness, that moved as soon as the latch was lifted, and those sounds that fol.. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 5311934 | So I often saw my father writing under the lamp, scratching his head to find something to write about, even telling her that the handle had come off the kettle, and about Gareth cutting a lump out of the door with my chisel, with pages about Taliesin, of course. There is strange to see a man quiet in his own world, and searching it for jewels to give his queen. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 76dfbb8 | There is no room for pride in any man. There is no room for unkindness. There is not room for wit at the expense of others. All men are born the same, and equal. As you saw today, so come Captains and the Kings and the Tinkers and the Tailors. Let the memory direct your dealings with men and women. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| f6354b2 | English grammar and composition is difficult even for the English, but worse and worse for a Welsh boy. He speaks, reads, writes, and he thinks in Welsh, at home, in the street, and in Chapel, and when he reads English he will understand it in Welsh, and when he speaks English, he will pronounce the words with pain and using crutches. So stupid are the English, who build schools for the Welsh, and insist, on pain of punishment, that English.. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 25fc83b | She is a slut," I said, "because she went up on the mountain with a man, instead of to bed with her husband. Is it, Dada?" My father was quiet for a little, with his back to me, looking down into the Valley. "Yes," my father said. "That is why she is a slut." "Then what is Chris Phillips, then?" I asked. "He did very wrong," said my father, but there was no body in his voice. "Mr. Gruffydd will have a word with him." "But not in front of .. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 2a1e8ab | I had slept nothing all night, making ghosts for myself, filling my mind with them and giving myself pale frights. All the ghosts had a different punishment for me, some of them shocking indeed. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| ab4ff9f | O, the love of woman is a glorious thing, and strange in its ways of work. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 92608a3 | It hurt to think that a boy would not have him at his value of himself. | education meekness humility sincerity | Richard Llewellyn | |
| ad490fb | That is the trouble...You are a crowd of bits of boys all in the thing for what you will get. Demands, you call them. Well, I am against demands of any kind. You cannot reason with demand, and where there is no reason, there is no sense. As for your support, whatever you call it, some long word, what is the use of it? | reason demanding-more | Richard Llewellyn | |
| 25f90eb | Well," my father said to her, and looked at her. "Well," my mother said to him, and looked at him. In that quietness they were speaking their own language, with their eyes, with the way they stood, with what they put into the air about them, each knowing what the other was saying, and having strength one from the other, for they had been learning through forty years of being together, and their minds were one." | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| a2bd3c6 | Then sense. Use your sense. Not all of us are born for greatness, but all of us have sense. Make use of it. Think. Think long and well. | philosophical thought-provoking | Richard Llewellyn | |
| 4ab194a | This watch my father gave me when I entered the Ministry. I would like to give you more. Take it, Huw. It has marked time that I loved." Warm from his pocket in my hand, the smoothness of gold and glass. "No need for us to shake hands," he said, and his voice riding winds and seas, and his back black in front of me. "We will live in the minds of each other, Huw, my little one. Good-bye, with love." | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 3b3409b | F]or three-quarters of an hour we sat in silence, and the voice of Mr. Gruffydd, wherever he was, filled us again with courage, and with hope of a better world. And his watch was in my hand, warm as when he gave it to me. "Are you with us here this morning, Mr. Gruffydd?" my father said, with my mother's hand in his. "Lifting up our eyes to the hills, we are, see. As you said, so we do. Forever. God bless you. Yes. And, O God, give ease t.. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 557b62c | But even of him I can think of with sorrow, now at this moment. Those times, those people...have gone. How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust. | sorrow fury | Richard Llewellyn | |
| 63e9bd8 | The world was created for Mankind, not for some of mankind. | equality | Richard Llewellyn | |
| 9e7c56c | I also have a world, is it? And I will have whoever I say to share it. Ivor it was, first, because I said Ivor and nobody else. You, it would have been second, if I had said yes. But neither of you if I had said no." So Bronwen showed me more of the strength of woman, which is stronger than fists and muscles and male shoutings. For now, instead of thinking about her as guardian of a world denied to me, and foreign to me because it belonged.. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 8d7df6b | So I kissed her, and went out, and up on top of the mountain to have peace, for I had a grudge that was savage with heat against everybody, and only up on top there, where it was green, and high, and blue, and quiet, with only the winds to come at you, was a place of rest, where the unkindness of man for man could be forgotten, and I could wait for God to send calm and wisdom, and O, a blessed ease. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 2fa9a4d | I saw what he was afraid of doing and I had sympathy, for however hard we fought, we must be beaten by empty bellies. The rights of man are poor things beside the eyes of hungry children. Their hurts are keener than the soreness of injustice. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 4b82c4a | The preacher gave a fine sermon. He used some big English words I had never heard before because our meetings were taken by the grown-ups in our language. But I remember the tunes of some of them and asked my father afterwards. I suppose I must have got the tunes wrong because although my father tried and said them over again, we never found out what they were and I am still in ignorance to this day. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 9a20e01 | As Davy said, so it happened. The ironworkers started to work in the pit for not much more than some of the boys. Some of them even started pulling the trams in place of the ponies. A lot of the older and better-paid men got discharged without being told why, although it was put out that they were too old and could not work as well as they ought. But that was nonsense, because Dai Griffiths, one of them, was one of the best in the Valley an.. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| b5ce6ef | I would put How Green Was My Valley in the same class as Uncle Tom's Cabin: a work that leaves an ineradicable "scratch on the mind," to borrow Harold Isaacs's useful phrase. There was another element as well. At a certain point, on some springy-turfed Welsh hillside far above the scenes of alienation and exploitation that lay below, young Huw contrived to part with his irksome virginity. Richard Llewellyn handled this transition with very .. | Christopher Hitchens | ||
| 414edad | But the truth is I found out about Davy in the usual way a small boy finds out things he is denied to know by older people, and that is through other small boys. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 1a58a62 | As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them; so would I learn to attain free fall and float into Creator Spirit's deep embrace, knowing no effort earns that all-surrounding grace.3 | Marcus J. Borg | ||
| 4a2cfe8 | Is that all, sir?" I asked him, and worried, with no happiness. "Is that all?" he said, and held up his hands. "What more, then?" "Well, sir," I said, "I thought it was something more. Something terrible." "It is terrible, Huw," said Mr. Gruffydd, and in quiet, with his hand on my head. "It is indeed terrible. Think, you. To have the responsibility of a life within you. Many lives. Think of the miseries and afflictions that can come to thos.. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| be4fdfe | I wonder is happiness only an essence of good living, that you shall taste only once or twice while you live, and then go on living with the taste in your mouth, and wishing you had the fullness of it solid between your teeth, like a good meal that you have tasted and cherished, and look back in your mind to eat again. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| a09572c | Hear you, then, the voice of your brothers and sisters, deep as the seas, as timeless, as restless, and as fierce. Tenors spear the clouds with blades that had their keenness from the silversmiths of heaven. Baritones pour gold, and royal contralto mounts to reach the lowest note of garlanded soprano. And under all, basso profundo bends his mighty back to carry all wherever melody shall take them. Sing then, Son of Man, and know that in you.. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 4e4bbba | Sing, then. Sing, indeed, with shoulders back, and head up so that song might go to the roof and beyond to the sky. Mass on mass of tone, with a hard edge, and rich with quality, every single note a carpet of colour woven from basso profundo, and basso, and baritone, and alto, and tenor, and soprano, and alto and mezzo, and contralto, singing and singing, until life and all things living are become a song. O, Voice of Man, organ of most lov.. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 47a0a57 | Ivor raised his finger, and from top of the Hill down to bottom men and women hummed softly to have the proper key, with sopranos going up to find the octave, and altos climbing, and tenors making silver and contraltos and baritones resting in comfort and basso down on the octave below, and the sound they all made was a life-time of loveliness, so solid, so warm, so deep, and yet so delicate. It will be no surprise to me if the flowers of t.. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| c8c3fcc | The kitchen went so quiet that I could hear the grease dropping from the chickens on the spit. Not a sound else was to be heard except the littler sounds of the new paint finding homes in the cracks, and the table getting comfortable on the new tiles, and the chair resting itself, and my breath coming slow and steady and making | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| df4b9dc | Bron went to the door and leaned against the jamb, with a hand flat upon the wall inside. "O, Mama, my little one," she said, in a voice that should have been eased with many tears, "I am lonely without him. I put his boots and clothes ready every night. But they are there, still, in the morning. O, Mama, there is lonely I am." | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 3f0b3f1 | I went to bed, full, happy, and caring nothing for all the hurt of all the Englished Welshmen that ever festered upon a proud land. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 3a1615e | All the way over the mountain, slag heaps were like the backs of buried animals rising as from the Pit. Living trees were buried in them, and in some, gorse was growing with its lamps alight, and grass was trying to be green wherever the wind would let it rest in peace. "Will there be any of the Valley left free of slag?" I said to my father." | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 8d6cc1a | his manner most pleasing and his voice deep and masculine. David stepped aside to allow Kathleen | Ellen Gable | ||
| d02e0b4 | Why does it always feel like I'm standing on the edge of some kind of big, black pit?" "There are a lot of pits," Donovan said. "The most interesting lives are lived walking around the rims." | David Niall Wilson | ||
| b612e97 | Much of ancient history is anchored in Egyptian chronology that is notoriously ambiguous and imprecise and creates problems for all kinds of historical anchoring of events. Donovan Courville in the 1970s, and more recently David Rohl, has explored the Egyptian problems to offer a "New Chronology" of the ancient world that roots Biblical history in new contexts significantly different from the conventional chronology.[3] They too have shaken.. | Brian Godawa | ||
| 99fc7ef | The temple tower would be three hundred feet square, and three hundred feet high, with seven progressively smaller tiers and a blue enameled shrine for the gods at the top. It would contain a golden table and a large altar for mating in the Sacred Marriage rite. A vast courtyard would surround the temple for an assembly of citizens at special events such as the yearly Akitu Festival. | Brian Godawa | ||
| 3f87e64 | This huge tower would become the new cosmic mountain of the gods. They would engage in an occultic ceremony that would transform the ziggurat into a portal, a literal stairway to heaven that would enable the pantheon to recruit from the myriads of Elohim's heavenly host to join their revolution. The original two hundred had accomplished much since the days of Noah. They eagerly imagined what they could do with thousands or even millions. | Brian Godawa | ||
| 70494b0 | 31] | Brian Godawa | ||
| d134e22 | If we are participating in the last days, then we are the last generation, the climax of God's timetable before the Second Coming. If these are not the last days, then we are just another generation of Christians who live and die without that particular significance we crave. But we want to be important to God, even more important than all those who suffered and died in silence throughout the millennia. They were not the special generation .. | Brian Godawa | ||
| 8aac6cb | Elohim obliged no man life or blessing. He dispensed his purposes as he wished and he did not owe an explanation for his ways. He | Brian Godawa | ||
| c42b05b | Prayers always took her mind off herself and her impossibilities and onto Elohim and His possibilities. She | Brian Godawa | ||
| a7121a4 | The Watchers were Sons of God, members of Elohim's divine council, or heavenly host. Two hundred of them rebelled and fell to earth during the ancient days of Jared. Led by the mightiest of the Watchers, Semjaza and Azazel, they had taken on new identities as gods of the Mesopotamian pantheon. They were referred to as gods, Watchers, or even Watcher gods. Semjaza had become Anu, the most high father god of the pantheon. Azazel had become hi.. | Brian Godawa | ||
| e1ae2b9 | They established a hierarchy of four High Gods over the rest of the pantheon, and Seven Who Decree the Fates. They had no idea that an insignificant scrapper, the Watcher called Gadreel, would bide his time, build his strength and perfect his fighting technique to become the mighty Ninurta of Uruk, and now Marduk of Babylon. Ishtar had to admit that he had been clever about it. She stood before her tent, watching the puny humans labor on he.. | Brian Godawa | ||
| eb044eb | They had taken on the disguise of divinity in order to draw worship away from the Creator, who was known in antediluvian times as Elohim. He had other names, such as El Shaddai, which meant God Almighty; El Elyon, which meant God Most High; and the secret covenant name of Yahweh, the eternally self-existent one. Ishtar smiled to herself. Drawing worship away from Elohim was not all the Watchers were after. | Brian Godawa |