#Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr

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A mind stretched by new experiences can never return to its former dimensions. —Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (loosely; from Chapter XI of The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table, 1858)

I have posted this elsewhere here, tacked on to the tail end of a long reblog, but I went to reference it the other day and wanted to have it—one of my life-long favorite quotes—in a post of its own for easy reference. (Especially because it’s a widely mis-attributed quote, usually to his son, the more famous Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.)

[uncleasad]

A mind stretched by new experiences can never return to its former dimensions. —Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (loosely; from Chapter XI of The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table, 1858)

That was the parting wisdom our Philmont ranger left us with as we set out on our own for the remainder of our trek, and though I did not understand it viscerally then, the quote stuck with me forever, a sturdy hiking stick by my side for when, a few short years later, I suddenly began living it in ways I was unprepared to deal with.

Alienation, reverse culture-shock, the inability to see the world—writ large and writ small—the same way I had before, the need to go and inability to stay, all the wonderful and terrible ways that travel changed me. Beautiful and haunting, this comic captures it all ❤️

A short comic I made about my experiences as a seasonal worker, and the way places change you.

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[janicecampbell]

America's Fireside Poets

The fireside poets – also known as the schoolroom or household poets – were a group of 19th-century American poets associated with New England. These poets were very popular among readers and critics both in the United States and overseas. Their domestic themes and messages of morality presented in conventional poetic forms deeply shaped their era until their decline in popularity at the…

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Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr: Death tugs at my ear

‘Death tugs at my ear and says, “Live, I am coming.”‘ —Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

[wordsnpoetry]

where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

oliver wendell holmes sr.

[symphonyoflovenet]

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a deal longer.

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

[wouldnt-give-a-fig]

"For the simplicity on this side of complexity, I wouldn't give you a fig. But for the simplicity on the other side of complexity, for that I would give you anything I have."

Oliver Wendall Holmes Sr.

[elegantzombielite]

"Death tugs at my ear and says, 'Live, I am coming.'"

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., poet, novelist, essayist, and physician (1809-1894)

[thoughtkick]

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

[perfectquote]

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

[thehopefulquotes]

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

[surqrised]

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

[blueberryaesthetics]

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky;

Old Ironsides ; Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Day 4: Ship! Moe and her best friend, Auro'usk, are sailing out to Sharlyan in the pursuit of knowledge about Pictomancy! She doesn't know what she'll find, but she couldn't do it without him.

Featuring @ffxivtribehydrae 's Auro'usk!

[dark-london]

A kiss while captive. . .

“The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon but its echo lasts a great deal longer.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

|||| A little GingerRose after a long absence ||||. Working on posting more often.

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Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

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Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.