#bradbury

Ask me, then, if I believe in the spirit of the things as they were used, and I'll say yes. They're all here. All the things which had uses. All the mountains which had names. And we'll never be able to use them without feeling uncomfortable. And somehow the mountains will never sound right to us; we'll give them new names, but the old names are there, somewhere in time, and the mountains were shaped and seen under those names. The names we'll give to the canals and mountains and cities will fall like so much water on the back of a mallard. No matter how we touch Mars, we'll never touch it. And then we'll get mad at it, and you know what we'll do? We'll rip it up, rip the skin off, and change it to fit ourselves. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#the-martian-chronicles #change

Sunsets are loved because they vanish. Flowers are loved because they go. The dogs of the field and the cats of the kitchen are loved because soon they must depart. These are not the sole reasons, but at the heart of morning welcomes and afternoon laughters is the promise of farewell. In the gray muzzle of an old dog we see goodbye. In the tired face of an old friend we read long journeys beyond returns. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#ray-bradbury #death

First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. Not that all months aren't rare. But one strange year, halloween came early....don't you ditch me jim nightshade...don't talk death. Someone might hear... ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#dark #halloween #jim #will #death

Ours is a culture and a time immensely rich in trash as it is in treasures. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#ray-bradbury #trash #treasure #writing #art

Ignorance is fatal. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#death #fatal #ignorance #knowledge #ray

Will we ever stop being afraid of nights and death? When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#death #halloween #ray-bradbury #the-halloween-tree #death

Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#life #perfect #perfection #something-wicked-this-way-comes #life

Men are men, unfortunately, no matter what their shape, and inclined to sin. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#ray-bradbury #sin #truth #men

and sleeping put an end to summer, 1928, ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#dreams #promise #young #dreams

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers. ↗