He makes no friends who never made a foe.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
the shell must break before the bird can fly.
And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
There has fallen a splendid tearFrom the passion-flower at the gate.She is coming, my dove, my dear;She is coming, my life, my fate;The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"The larkspur listens, "I hear; I hear;"And the lily whispers, "I wait."
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
God gives us love, someone to love he lends us.
We are all a part of every person we have ever met.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope,And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breathIn that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales.They said that Love would die when Hope was gone.And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope;At last she sought out Memory, and they trodThe same old paths where Love had walked with Hope,And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.
Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
When you meet triumph or disaster, treat these imposters alike.
It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried
Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'...
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
The old order changes yielding place to new.
Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not work those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more.
if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.
The greater man the greater courtesy.
Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.