Indeed, the greater awareness of our responsibility toward the planet as a whole has forced religious practitioners and scholars to reexamine their traditions and apply critical and exegetical thinking to their sacred texts to determine just what resources lie within them to promote a more just and more ecological vision. It has also forged greater consciousness of one another’s faiths, and encouraged much-needed inter religious dialogue.
from Wangari Maathai “Replenishing the Earth”
I felt strongly that I was doing the right things. I kew it would take time, but I stayed with it. It was hard when people said terrible things about me. It was hard when people said terrible things about me. It upset my children, and my family and friends. Some days as I walked along the street, I saw people cross to the other side when they noticed me. They did not want to stand in the street talking to me.
from Wangari Maathai “Unbowed”
I couldn’t bear it, looking at her, wanting her not to die and wanting her; and the more I looked at her, the more I could taste her skin, feel my arm sliding under her back and pulling her up to me, feeling her soft neck.Soft, soft, that’s what she was, so soft. I tried to tell myself it was best for her to die–what was to become of her? but these were lying thoughts. I wanted her!
From Anne Rice “Interview with the Vampire”
Gregor crept forward still a little further and kept his head close against the floor in order to be able to catch her gaze if possible. Was he an animal that music so seized him? For him it was as if the way to the unknown nourishment he craved was revealing itself to him. He was determined to press forward right to his sister, to tug at her dress and to indicate to her in this way that she might still come with her violin into his room, because here no one valued the recital as he wanted to value it.
From Franz Kafka “The Metamorphosis” (Translated by Ian Johnston)
And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again. At the first coming of the dawn the horrid figures melted in the whirling mist and snow. The wreaths of transparent gloom moved away towards the castle, and were lost.
from Bram Stoker “Dracula”