Scott Hastie Quotes

In this life at least, Our fate is rarely epic.Maybe just as well, Impervious heroes we are not…

A permanent pathThat, once illuminated, Goes ever onward – a way home…

How stubborn life is, It clings like silver in our souls.

The sea, the sea…Man alone, Passive, unawareIn his elemental sadness.

Where once there was a void, Now at least there are Seeds of splendour, Becalmed belief for another time.

The searing light of morningAsks unwelcome questions, Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

The light needs only our trustAnd, of course, the darknessTo work its eternal alchemy.

Paradise is no whim.It takes time and trust, You see.