
Showing posts with label Favorite Quotes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Favorite Quotes. Show all posts
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Monday, November 9, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Come oh come! let us away-
Lower, lower every day,
oh, what joy it is to race
Down to find the lowest place.
This the dearest law we know-
“it is happy to go low.”
Sweetest urge and sweetest will,
“Let us go down lower still.”
Hear the summons night and day
calling us to come away.
From the heights we leap and flow
to the valleys down below.
Always answering to the call.
To the lowest place of all.
Sweetest urge and sweetest pain.
To go low and rise again.
Hannah Hurnard
Hinds Feet on High Places
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
As the old man man walked the beach at dawn, he noticed a young man ahead of him picking up starfish and flinging them back into the sea. Finally, catching up with the youth, he asked him why he was doing this. The answer was that the stranded starfish would die if left until the morning sun. "But the beach goes on for miles and there are millions of starfish," countered the other. "How can your effort make a difference?" The young man looked at the starfish in his hand and then threw it to safety in the waves. "It makes a difference to this one," he said.
Anonymous
Anonymous
Monday, September 1, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
Taken from the poem:
The Good Morrow
John Donne
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
Taken from the poem:
The Good Morrow
John Donne
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
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