Let what was be what was.
- a friend
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Let what was be what was.
- a friend
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The Prayer of Saint Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace; Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is error, truth; Where there is doubt, faith; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; And where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, Grant that I may not so much seek To be consoled as to console; To be understood as to understand; To be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
The book I was reading turned out to be crack. - Elizabeth Norris
What if imagination and art are not frosting at all, but the fountainhead of human experience?
Rollo May - The Courage to Create
Attitude is an expression of the heart and helps determine how a person responds to life and it's challenges.
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The Trees
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too. Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
by Philip Larkin
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