Someone is always waiting ?

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“What about the rest of your life?" She shrugged. "What about it?" "Aren't you worried about, like, forever?" "Forever is composed of nows," she says.” ― John Green

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Epitaph to a dog

NEAR this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808. by Lord Byron

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“You know, people come to Italy for all sorts of reasons, but when they stay, it's for the same three things." "What?" "Love, gelato and gondola.” ― Jenna Evans Welch

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A Question A little bird sat on a telegraph wire, And said to his mates: "I declare, If wireless telegraphy comes into vogue, We'll all have to sit on the air...." By Anonymous

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“Claire stretched out against the wall and kissed it. "Glad to see you, too," she whispered, and pressed her cheek against the smooth surface. It almost felt like it hugged her back. "Dude, it's a house," Shane said from behind her. "Hug somebody who cares.” ― Rachel Caine  

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“The grass always seems greener on the other side of the fence. ― Erik Pevernagie

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The Lady Has a Garden

The lady has a garden wide, With great stone walls on either side, And every flower that grows is there— But—what does the lady care!

My garden is so very small, It needs no fence, it needs no wall; It's but one tiny plant—that's all! And yet I tend it with a will— My garden is my window sill! by Annette Wynne

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The Pond There was a pond in my young years, a place of reeds reflected trees and silky brown water spilling over a weed-bearded dam, a place where we swam from early spring and skated in the early darkness of winter evenings, a place of mysterious depths where creatures vanished into a green void while tadpoles and minnows swarmed on its verges like exclamation points.   There I saw mallards, come down softly, cruise, smoothly as pedal boats, their broad feet massaging the water until, sighting edibles, they flipped forward, to my delight, as if on hinges.   There sometimes I surprised a frog, hypnotized by my nearness, stared into its knobby eyes and saw its throat throb nervously.   There turtles sunned themselves still as stones while I waited, equally unmoving, determined not to be the first to stir.   It was a small pond but a world in my eyes. by Richard Greene

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Blue , blue , blue 💙 🎼 🎶 🎵

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Beautiful - I remember this very well - Thanks a lot for posting !

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"Be who you are and do what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind".' ― Dr. Suess

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“If you are patient… and wait long enough… Nothing will happen” —  Jim Davis

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You can - in short - overdo the state of running….

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“Flying starts from the ground. The more grounded you are, the higher you fly.” ― J.R. Rim

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"May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living" - E.E. Cummings

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The Final Tax

Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: “What can we tax that is not paying? We’re taxing every blessed thing— Here’s what our people are defraying: “Tariff tax, income tax, Tax on retail sales, Club tax, school tax, Tax on beers and ales, “City tax, county tax, Tax on obligations, War tax. wine tax, Tax on corporations, “Brewer tax, sewer tax, Tax on motor cars, Bond tax, stock tax, Tax on liquor bars, “Bridge tax, check tax, Tax on drugs and pills, Gas tax, ticket tax, Tax on gifts in wills, “Poll tax, dog tax, Tax on money loaned, State tax, road tax, Tax on all things owned, “Stamp tax, land tax, Tax on wedding ring, High tax, low tax, Tax on everything!” Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: “That is the list, a pretty bevy; No thing or act that is untaxed; There’s nothing more on which to levy.” Said Statesman Z to Statesman A: “The deficit each moment waxes; This is no time for us to fail— We will decree a tax on taxes.” by Ellis Parker Butler

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“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, summer comes, and the grass grows, by itself.” ―  Bashō

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Cat's in the Cradle

My child arrived just the other day He came to the world in the usual way But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay He learned to walk while I was away And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew He'd say "I'm gonna be like you, dad" "You know I'm gonna be like you"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man in the moon "When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when" But we'll get together then You know we'll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day He said, thanks for the ball, dad, come on let's play Can you teach me to throw, I said-a, not today I got a lot to do, he said, that's okay And he, he walked away, but his smile never dimmed It said, I'm gonna be like him, yeah You know I'm gonna be like him And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man in the moon "When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when" But we'll get together then You know we'll have a good time then

Well, he came from college just the other day So much like a man I just had to say Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while? He shook his head, and they said with a smile What I'd really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys See you later, can I have them please? And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man in the moon "When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when" But we'll get together then, dad You know we'll have a good time then

I've long since retired, my son's moved away I called him up just the other day I said, I'd like to see you if you don't mind He said, I'd love to, dad, if I can find the time You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kids have the flu But it's sure nice talking to you, dad It's been sure nice talking to you And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me He'd grown up just like me My boy was just like me

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man in the moon "When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when" But we'll get together then, dad We're gonna have a good time then Song by Harry Chapin ‧ 1974