The heart sags. My footprints forget me. I don’t think anything will ever be the same. This is the edge of the cliff and you can’t move, can’t jump. Everything is vertical. With binoculars you can see where you’ll be… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
There is no need for a fear of losing control over who is accessing the network to hold back the productivity benefits of flexible… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“Last night, the stars on the water were trap doors. The crows with their charred wings are complaining to a hawk. It’s time to… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“I am sorry my words sometimes frighten the fireflies from your dreams, I am sorry that battalions of doubt have pitched camp in your… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“This afternoon a flock of doves settled on my porch. Their silence took the shape of all I ever wanted to say. Today, the… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“My own words cast a shadow a never meant. Please forget them. Or not. The shadows we speak sometimes are what tell us how… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
One third of all of our cancers are from tobacco. It's one of the big killers in America and more than half of our… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
The thing is to sift out the important sounds, little syllables and vowels that bring hints of their lost words, and not to mistake… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“Light staggers through the trees. Every moment is filled with other moments.” — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“I don’t want to see you caught like a word in that last line. What does the nightingale do when it runs out of… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“One time, your heart almost slipped away on a river barge. Your hands seemed to claw the sky. I’m sorry. No one else made… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“I have only these words that seem as if they climbed up from the bottom of a dry well.” — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
![“This afternoon a flock of doves settled on my porch. Their silence took the shape of all I ever wanted to say. Today, the miracle we want aches inside the trees. Why believe anything except what is unbelievable? […] Now the leaves turn into messages that are simply impossible to read. The roots…” quote by Richard Jackson](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/bb6/richard-jackson-29000_song_this-afternoon-a-flock-of-doves-settled_639358.jpg)
