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RELICS OF JOY |
Let Fate do her worst; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories filled, Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled; You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. -- Thomas Moore |
Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin, that time cannot rust, nor a thief purloin; Oh, better than the minting of a gold-crowned king is the safe-kept memory of a lovely thing. -- Sara Teasdale |
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning. -- Louis L'Amour |
I like the older houses that storms have battered and scarred; They stood the test when others failed, they inspired when times were hard. I like the old-fashioned roses that yesterday's garden grew. They are not so formal and cold and they bloom the season through. I like old paths, old trails, old walks covered with leaves of the past, Where lovers strolled in days gone by and castles and dreamers last. -- Everett Hill |
Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you face hardship and decide not to surrender, that is strength. -- Unknown |
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is. -- Albert Einstein |
Nature is the glass reflecting God, as the sea reflects the sun - too glorious to be gazed on in man's sphere. -- Young |
Softly, the fog descends. And inside, eyes through windows see different versions of reality - depending on their point of view - and the level of the window they choose to look out and see it through. -- Jim Metcalf |
The value of compassion cannot be over-emphasized. It takes a true believer to be compassionate. No greater burden can be borne by an individual than to be in a life-altering crisis, and to think that no one understands. -- Arthur Stainback |
My mind lets go a thousand things, like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour -- it 'twas noon by yonder village tower - And on the last blue noon in May -- the wind came briskly up this way, Crisping the brook beside the road; then, pausing here, set down its load Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly two petals from that wild-rose tree. -- Thomas Bailey Aldrich |
I cannot discover that anyone knows enough to say definitely what is and what is not possible. -- Henry Ford |
Giving helps the giver as much as those to whom the gift goes. It broadens the vision, it cultivates love, sympathy and kindness. It develops nobility of character. -- Unknown |
True courage is like a kite, a contrary wind raises it higher. -- John Petit-Senn |
As evening splendors fade from skies afar, The Night pins on her dark robe with a large bright star, And the moon hangs like a high-thrown scimitar. Vague in the mystic room this side the paling west, The Tulledegas loom in an eternal rest, And one by one, the lamps are lit in the dome of the Infinite. -- Alexander Lawrence Posey |
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Music: Wind Beneath My Wings Friday's Journal Whispers - Home Old New Orleans |
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