For I am bound with fleshly bands,
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
And catch at hope.
I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on…
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you’d say, Where? What? and turn away.
Can anything be sadder than work unfinished? Yes; work never begun.
Topics: Secrets of Success
Christmas hath a beauty … lovelier than the world can show.
For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
Spring is when life’s alive in everything.
In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter,
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit…
Obedience is the fruit of faith.
A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.
Come to me in the silence of the night,
Come to me in the speaking silence of a dream.
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright as sunlight on a stream.
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
For there is no friend like a sister
In calm or stormy weather;
To cheer one on the tedious way,
To fetch one if one goes astray,
To lift one if one totters down,
To strengthen whilst one stands.
Topics: Friendship, Weather, Family
Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth…
Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
Love came down at Christmas;
Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Stars and angels gave the sign.
Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, nd no one to thank.
Love is like a rose,
the joy of all the earth…
Love is like a lovely rose,
the world’s delight.
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