|Little Red Houses
Photos from Wales, Sweden and Norway
|I need not shout my faith. Thrice eloquent
Are quiet trees and the green listening sod;
Hushed is the rainbow, its beauty never spoken;
The hills are mute: yet how they speak of God!
-- Charles Hanson Towne
|All that we give away, forever is our own. -- Granville
|A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
-- Maya Angelou
|The journey is the reward. -- Chinese Proverb
|No longer forward, nor behind, do I look in hope or fear;
But, grateful, take the good I find, the best of now and here.
-- John Whittier
|To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else
is the greatest accomplishment. -- Ralph Waldo Emerson
|The beauty of something lies not in how it looks, but in your ability to appreciate it.
-- Author Unknown
|Diane: What are you writing about, Bruce?
Bruce: Wales, Diane.
Diane: Whales? Blue whales? Sperm whales? White whales?
Bruce: No, no, Diane...Wales! Welsh Wales. The country to the west of England.
Diane: Oh, I know Wales. Quaint little houses...covered in roses...in the rain.
-- Bruce Chatwin, "Dinner with Diane"
|The value of compassion cannot be over-emphasized. Anyone can criticize. It takes a
true believer to be compassionate. No greater burden can be borne by an individual than
to think no one cares or understands. -- Arthur H. Stainback
|If you do something you regret, be as compassionate to yourself as you would be to
your best friend. And, above all, remember, failure is not the final outcome...and
neither is success. -- Author Unknown
|The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.
-- Harper Lee, "To Kill a Mockingbird"
|Turn your wounds into wisdom. -- Oprah Winfrey
|As the stars swept across the sky, I saw a golden path stretching before me, and I
perceived a future in which all humans embraced the earth as a treasured gift. In this
world, each and every child grew into a caretaker, integrating the careful use of raw
materials into a gentler industriousness, bending to touch the flowers with renewed
wonder, and receiving the earth's bounty only according to his needs. In the future
that stretched before me, opposites came together and intertwined until they
merged. And, in that future, I perceived a place for the disparate regions of my own
longing soul. -- Sarah Andrews, "An Eye for Gold"
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