This is a collection of quotes, poems and writings that may interest you. None of them are by me and all authors are credited unless unknown.
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Swift and subtle and thin are the arrows of art.
They strike through the gold of the skin to the gold of the heart.
As you sit there, mighty in bronze, I adore the twist -
Of the miracle ankle gripped by the miracle wrist.
Live for Today
We should live each day for the moment
For the moment is all that we've got
We should never look backwards or forwards -
Stop pining for that which is not.
The happiest people among us
Are those who have faith in today.
Tomorrow should never concern us
And yesterday's so far away....
So live for the day and be happy
Take pleasure in all that you do
And the more you can live for each moment,
The more joy each day will bring you.
I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
I so liked Spring last year
Because you were here;
The thrushes too
Because it was these you so liked to hear -
I so liked you.
This year's a different thing,
I'll not think of you.
But I'll like Spring
because it is simply Spring
As the thrushes do.
I'll send her down - The Mary Maude
And every man on her aboard.
For not a single soul can tell
The way to break a witch's spell
I took a trip on a train and I thought about you
I passed a shadowy lane and I thought about you
Two or three cars parked under the stars - a winding stream
Moon shining down on some little town
And with each beam, the same old dream.
And every stop that we made, I thought about you
When I pulled down the shade then I really felt blue,
I peeked through the crack and looked at the track -
The one going back to you. And what did I do?
I thought about you.
I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens
Only something in me understands.
The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
Time casts its spell on you
But you won't forget me....
I know I could have loved you
But you would not let me.
I'll follow you down to the sound of my voice -
It haunts you.
You'll never get away from the sound of the woman who loves you.
When I was five years old, my mother always told me that
happiness was the key to life.
When I went to school they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down 'happy'. They told me I didn't understand the assignment. I told them they didn't understand life.
“‘You," he said, "Are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.’”
In this world
We walk on the roof of hell
Gazing at flowers
The great question is not whether you have failed, but whether you are content with failure.
When you once believed that all you had could never be enough so you threw it away only to find you were now the richest woman alive.
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
Sink me the ship, Master Gunner - sink her, split her in twain.
Fall into the hands of God, not into the hands of Spain!
Alfred Lord Tennyson