Bach gave us God’s word,
Mozart gave us God’s laughter,
Beethoven gave us God’s fire,
God gave us music that we might pray without words.
(unknown)
Photo: Blue Mountains N.S.W. (c) Marie Trudinger circa 2000
Photo of cats, travel, flowers
Bach gave us God’s word,
Mozart gave us God’s laughter,
Beethoven gave us God’s fire,
God gave us music that we might pray without words.
(unknown)
Photo: Blue Mountains N.S.W. (c) Marie Trudinger circa 2000
A recent study has found that women who carry a little extra weight
live longer than the men who mention it.
(unknown)
Photo: Glen Helen Gorge N.T. (c) Marie Trudinger 2010
I simply haven’t the nerve to imagine a being, a force, a cause which keeps planets revolving in their orbits,
and then suddenly stops in order to give me a bicycle with three speeds.
(Quentin Crisp)
Photo: Wild flowers in Central Australia. (c) Sam Gross, circa 1948.
There is something good in all weathers.
If it doesn’t happen to be good for my work today,
it’s good for some other man’s today,
and will come around for me tomorrow.
(Charles Dickens)
Photo: Approaching sunset in Ormiston Gorge N.T. (c) Marie Trudinger (2010)
If you love something, set it free.
If it returns, you have not lost it.
If it disappears and never comes back, then it was never yours to begin with.
And if it just sits there watching television, unaware that it has been set free –
then you probably married it.
(unknown)
Photo: Ormiston Gorge, West MacDonnell Ranges, Northern Territory.
(c) Marie Trudinger, 2010.
The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.
(Anonymous Pennsylvania Dutch)
Photo: Cruising on the Gordon River. Tasmania. (c) Marie Trudinger, 2011.
Education is important. Coffee is importanter.
(Unknown)
Mt. Sonder at sunrise. (c) Marie Trudinger. July 2013
The most important thing in life is to love someone.
The second most important thing in life is to have someone love you.
The third most important thing is to have the first two, happen at the same time. (Unknown)
Photo. Talipata Gorge. (c) David Trudinger circa 1980.
His thoughts were slow,
His words were few, and never formed to glisten,
But he was a joy to all his friends –
You should have heard him listen.
(Anonymous)
Photo (c) David Trudinger circa 1955