Martina Boone

Martina Boone: Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air. 

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Photograph: Daniel Start/wildswimming.com

Pont du Diable, near Thuyets - just one of the places to go wild swimming in France

Martina Boone

The illusions of childhood are necessary experiences: a child should not be denied a balloon because an adult knows that sooner or later it will burst.― Marcelene Cox

photo by: Friedrich Seidenstücker

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Martina Boone

Everyone is someone’s friend, even when they think they are all alone.

~ Vera Nazarian

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Martina Boone

Always aim for the Moon, even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.

~ W. Clement Stone

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Martina Boone

If you are literally jumping for joy, for instance, it means you are leaping in the air because you are very happy. If you are figuratively jumping for joy, it means you are so happy that you could jump for joy, but are saving your energy for other matters.

~ Lemony Snicket

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The tints of autumn…a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

~ John Greenleaf Whittier

Martina Boone

what man calls civilization
always results in deserts

~ Don Marquis, Archy Does His Part

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Martina Boone

 It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.

~ Vincent Van Gogh

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Elk adopted and fed by a dog. Too cute, right? Why can’t the rest of us get along?

There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

~ George R. R. Martin

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I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.

~ Charles de Lint

The awesome silence of the place crept up on her. The spruce and pines, all still laden with snow, spread their limbs in a frozen ballet, breathing a ghostly incense from dark, arid chapels sheltered by their branches.

~ Graham Joyce, The Silent Land

It is like a piece of my soul had been lost, empty, and it is now filled with the light of a million stars.

~ Beth Revis, Across the Universe
 

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Throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

~ H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You

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The streets of Prague were a fantasia scarcely touched by the twenty-first century—or the twentieth or nineteenth, for that matter. It was a city of alchemists and dreamers, its medieval cobbles once trod by golems, mystics, invading armies. Tall houses glowed goldenrod and carmine and eggshell blue, embellished with Rococo plasterwork and capped in roofs of uniform red. Baroque cupolas were the soft green of antique copper, and Gothic steeples stood ready to impale fallen angels. The wind carried the memory of magic, revolution, violins, and the cobbled lanes meandered like creeks. Thugs wore Motzart wigs and pushed chamber music on street corners, and marionettes hung in windows, making the whole city seem like a theater with unseen puppeteers crouched behind velvet.

~ Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone

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