The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length
The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length
For I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep
What but design of darkness to appall?- If design govern in a thing so small.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
Die early and avoid the fate.
Before I built a wall Id ask to know What I was walling in or walling out.
Oh, never this whelming east wind swells
But it seems like the sea's return
To the ancient lands where it left the shells
Before the age of the fern;
And it seems like the time when after doubt
Our love came back amain.
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.
The world was black invisible field.
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.
I've got some news that maybe isn't news.
God once spoke to people by name.
Her light won't last us long.
Keep cold, young orchard. Goodbye and keep cold. Dread fifty above more than fifty below.
Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.
Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.
The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism; it's egotism.
I would as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.
By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.
There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
To which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends he will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
Well, at least
I didn't use it out of love of him,
The dear knows.
The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.
The best way out is always through.
I never take my own side in a quarrel.
Friends make pretence of following to the grave; But before one is in it, their minds are turned; And making the best of their way back to life; And living people and things they understand.
What is required is sight and insight then you might add one more -- excite.
I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn.
All crying, We will go with you, O Wind!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories