That is one good thing about this world... there are always sure to be more springs.
That is one good thing about this world... there are always sure to be more springs.
To the remotest valley of purple gloom.
For we pay a price for everything we get or take in this world and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self-denial, anxiety and discouragement.
Dear God, our life is beautiful
In every splendid gift it brings,
But most I thank Thee humbly for
The joy of little things.
Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
The goblins of her fancy lurked in every shadow about her, reaching out their cold, fleshless hands to grasp the terrified small girl who had called them into being.
Wan peace, uncolored days, were a poor favor;
To lack great pain and love were to lack savor.
The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope big stars were shining over the silent fields here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them.
As a rule, I am very careful to be shallow and conventional where depth and originality are wasted.
What man may front a god and live?
All life leaps out to greet the light --
The shining sea-gulls dive and soar,
The swallows whirl in dizzy flight,
And sandpeeps flit along the shore.
The woods are never solitary--they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity.
The last day of the old year was one of those bright, cold, dazzling winter days, which bombard us with their brilliancy, and command our admiration but never our love.
There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
I laughed when I heard
The prophecy.
Yet still they fetter not my thought!
It only seems as if you're doing something when you worry.
Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.
Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.
And thus, while all the world may laud
The gifts of love and loyalty,
I lay my meed of gratitude
Before thy feet, mine enemy!
I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.
In this world you've just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take whatever God sends.
We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great.
Human nature is not obliged to be consistent.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories