The more pain I train myself to stand, the more I learn. You are afraid of pain now, Unk, but you won't learn anything if you don't invite the pain. And the more you learn, the gladder you will be to stand the pain.
The more pain I train myself to stand, the more I learn. You are afraid of pain now, Unk, but you won't learn anything if you don't invite the pain. And the more you learn, the gladder you will be to stand the pain.
A Birthday My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of silk and down Hang it with vair and purple dyes Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
I am glad my ancestors arrived on the Mayflower, but I am gladder that there are nine generations between us.
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