English Interesting Citations
It doesn´t take much - it can be just giving a smile.
The world would be a much better place if everyone smiled more.
Saint Mother Teresa
bless you dear Maxi...if you do not write here no one else does. I sort of am tired of talking to myself so I have not been in the forum lately. Shame ...hope you are feeling well? We are currently in Spain having lovely sunshine. Till later again.
Love Yoli
He took us 40 years through the desert
in order to bring us to the one spot in the Middle East
that has no oil!”
(Golda Meir)
Love not me for comon grace
Nor for my pleasing eyes or face
Nor for any outward part
No, not for my constant heart.
For those may fail or turn to ill
So thou and I shall sever.
Keep therefore a true woman's eye
And love me still, but know not why.
So hast thou the same reason still
To doat upon me ever.
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Found in an old book without any hint to the poet.
dear Rose ... beautyful lines ...
they are written by John Wilbye ( 1574 – 1638) in his Madrigals, 1598
here is another one
Change me, O heav'ns, into the ruby stone,
That on my love's fair locks doth hang in gold:
Yet leave me speech, to her to make my moan;
And give me eyes, her beauties to behold.
Or, if you will not make my flesh a stone,
Make her hard heart seem flesh, that now seems none.
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.”
I thought the poem of Rose was from her...very similar I think
― Henry Miller, The Colossus of Maroussi
“Whose Job Is It, Anyway?”
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody’s job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have.
The story may be confusing but the message is clear: no one took responsibility so nothing got accomplished.
yes, what true words..we hear the whole time IT ought to be done
ONE ought to do it
It is the same it seems in the whole western world > methinks
In Heaven
all the interesting people
are missing
Friedrich Nietzsche