June 1, 2014

Sunday Quote




And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly.  Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration.  Our sense, restored, never to be then same, whisper to us. They existed.  They existed.  We can be.  Be and be better.  For they existed.

 - Maya Angelou

3 comments:

nan said...

Perfect. Thank you. I posted this link to my favorite recitation of And Still I Rise over on Facebook. Enjoy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqOqo50LSZ0

Susan Moorhead said...

Thanks, Nan!

Nan said...

this is just so wonderful. thank you.