14 Quotes by Ruth Ann Oskolkoff

The wise child realizes there are limits to organizing everything. Sometimes it is better to stop; just have fun and do as you like. If a person goes too far in organizing everything all of the time, that is when common sense fails; that is when real trouble happens.

I am a dreamer. I feel the universe coming from the world of dreams and imagination. We are like thoughts come to life. The smartest people know all the rules and facts, but every day they feel the real universe is like magic living in our hearts.

A good bus rider likes to take the bus, looking out the window, talking to others on the way. The trip on the bus is fun; it is not just about getting there. A good painter tries to think about what she is feeling inside her imagination, her thoughts. It is not just about painting what something looks like. A good science student likes thinking about ideas, tries to find out how things work. It is not just about learning one tiny piece of the universe.

That fire lives in every heart. Not only in the brightest. Not limited to the eminent.

For even in the best times, people did tend to be a little thoughtless. Not realizing how miraculous it all was. Life itself was a marvel that most only treasured now and then. Time was brief.

To the rain over northern England, the coal under its top soil, and our ancestors who chanted to the winds.

The walk across the street can seem long, like walking across town. Grown-ups with real magic sometimes seem very ordinary.If you know of anyone who is a really good person, they will probably seem imperfect when you talk to them. The best drawings are simple. Special things can seem plain. The voyage to the sun is inside you.

They were calm and the doings of the night didn’t necessarily matter anymore. Their vibes were ecstatic notes that would float down the street to whoever heard. Melodies people would feel. Bliss that could be experienced as simple being. Then the sun would rise and the stars would be gone. The moment would fade like it always does.

New Year’s Eve at the Witches’ Ball, with all the wiccans, druids, and pagans in their incredible costumes, was the best time of the year. Easily Zin’s favorite holiday, because the night was for everyone of all traditions, religions, and countries. Celebrated by anyone, anywhere, on that hour. It represented the boundary between years, this in-between time. Plus, that evening was about the moment. It was here now. Indisputably immediate.