Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.
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The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
Let us, then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait.
To which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning.
It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.
We judge ourselves by what we are capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society, as a blazing meteor when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
The holiest of holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart The secret anniversaries of the heart.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. Life is real Life is earnest And the grave is not its goal Dust thou art to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate Still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
Like all technology, social media is neutral but is best put to work in the service of building a better world.
Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone therefore we are saved by love.
For every battle that you fight, remember your always a winner, do not release the rope, hold on tight.
The trend in some of the contemporary movements in art, but by no means all, seems to deny this ideal and to me appears to lead to a purely decorative conception of painting.
Mom and Dad were married 64 years. And if you wondered what their secret was, you could have asked the local florist - because every day Dad gave Mom a rose, which he put on her bedside table. That's how she found out what happened on the day my father died - she went looking for him because that morning, there was no rose.
I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
It is only through labor and painful effort, by grim energy and resolute courage, that we move on to better things.
Wisdom I know is social. She seeks her fellows. But Beauty is jealous, and illy bears the presence of a rival.
The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation his friends, his pleasures, patrons, and acquaintances are his capital.
I think a lot of people, even Christians, are willing to be satisfied with gaining lots and lots of biblical knowledge - and many people go to Bible studies and don't realize it isn't enough to know what's right, it's applying the information and the knowledge that you have.