O, I think the sun will lend her his great wings
And the river will fly to the sea with the mad-in-
love birds.
O, I think the sun will lend her his great wings
And the river will fly to the sea with the mad-in-
love birds.
Life never becomes a habit to me. It's always a marvel.
Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different.
Memory Wails in my far away home.
Tidied all my papers. Tore up and ruthlessly destroyed much. This is always a great satisfaction.
Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can't build on it it's only good for wallowing in.
While the sun is brightly shining,
Let us run and play together
And just love the autumn weather.
The shadow of His hat
Lay upon a city.
It's a terrible thing to be alone - yes it is - it is - but don't lower your mask until you have another mask prepared beneath - as terrible as you like - but a mask.
The gulls are mad-in-love with the river,
And the river unveils her face and smiles.
Would you not like to try all sorts of lives - one is so very small - but that is the satisfaction of writing - one can impersonate so many people.
Some couples go over their budgets very carefully every month. Others just go over them.
Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change.
Once we have learned to read, meaning of words can somehow register without consciousness.
I am treating you as my friend, asking you to share my present minuses in the hope that I can ask you to share my future pluses.
Looking back, I imagine I was always writing. Twaddle it was too. But better far write twaddle or anything, anything, than nothing at all.
E. M. Forster never gets any further than warming the teapot. He's a rare fine hand at that. Feel this teapot. Is it not beautifully warm Yes, but there ain't going to be no tea.
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.
Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.
I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.
I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.
To work -- to work It is such infinite delight to know that we still have the best things to do.
I'm a writer first and a woman after.
How pleased they are to be really giving!
When we can begin to take our failures seriously, it means we are ceasing to be afraid of them. It is of immense importance to learn to laugh at ourselves.
If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.
This is not a letter but my arms around you for a brief moment.
It seemed such a sweet little joke.
I want, by understanding myself, to understand others. I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.
I am treating you as my friend asking you share my present minuses in the hope I can ask you to share my future pluses.
Whenever I prepare for a journey I prepare as though for death. Should I never return, all is in order.
What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories