Wednesday, March 21, 2018

A Mother's Love

Being a mother means that your heart is no longer yours;
it wanders wherever your children do
George Bernard Shaw

In the love of a brave and faithful man there is always a strain
of maternal tenderness; he gives out again those beams of protecting
fondness which were shed on him as he lay on his mother's knee.
George Eliot

A mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger
where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of
its quenchless fidelity like a star.
Edwin Hubbel Chapin

Friday, March 16, 2018

We are relative by Anais Nin

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically.
We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly.
We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm,
childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and
pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present.
We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anais Nin

The value of things by Fernando Pessoa

The value of things is not the time they last,
but the intensity with which they occur.
That is why there are
unforgettable moments and unique people!
Fernando Pessoa

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Waiting By John Burroughs

John Burroughs

SERENE, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea;
I rave no more ’gainst time or fate,
For, lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it has sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.

The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Oh Sun by Elizabeth Landon

Oh sun, how glad thy rays are shed;
How canst thou glory o’er the dead?
Ah, folly this of human pride,
What are the dead to one like thee,
Whose mirror is the mighty tide,
Where time flows to eternity?
A single race, a single age,
What are they in thy pilgrimage?
Elizabeth Landon

The growth of Love & Goodness by Leo Tolstoy

If you make it a habit not to blame others,
you will feel the growth of the ability to love in your soul,
and you will see the growth of goodness in your life.
Leo Tolstoy

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Love Is Life by Leo Tolstoy

Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved!
That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly.
Leo Tolstoy

Love is life. All, everything that I understand,
I understand only because I love.

Everything is, everything exists, only because I love.
Everything is united by it alone.

Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love,
shall return to the general and eternal source.
Leo Tolstoy

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