Famous Inspirational Quotes, To Remember, To Think About

Read through all these inspirational quotations and let them speak to you. In this day and time; when we wear several hats at once, there's much chaos and disorder surrounding our life, and distracting us from our real goals. You will be wanting to regain some peace, clarity, motivation, and inspiration.

Sometimes, it's simply not possible to hear of inspiring quotes from people living in our modern society. Instead, negativity prevail the air. People complain,and people moan, constantly, about their lives, and the state of the world. And we all need desperately to hear of some positive and inspirational messages.

Time passes very quickly, but you may find the courage, within you, to go after your desires. And when the the time comes for you to look back and your life, may you be deeply grateful that you've led a life that has purpose and meaning to you, as Mother Nature intended.

Famous quotations are popular because they contain great sayings. Here's a collection of famous quotes collected from great teachers and famous persons from different time periods.

Usually, quotes by famous people can be influential. Many of these quotes merit attention; therefore they continue to be used and re-quoted by various sources throughout the years.

The most meaningful and powerful quote there is, was, or ever will be was spoken through the mouth of a supposed fool.

“This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”

--Shakespeare-Hamlet

Some hae meat and canna eat,

And some wad eat that want it;

But we hae meat, and we can eat,

And sae the Lord be thankit.

--Robert Burns

A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing

--Oscar Wilde

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step

Lao-tzu

A life spent making mistakes is not only more honourable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.

--George Bernard Shaw

It is common sense to take a method and try it. If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. but above all, try something.
--Franklin D. Roosevelt

I haven't failed, I've found 10,000 ways that don't work.

--Thomas Edison

All truly wise thoughts have been thoughts already thousands of times; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, till they take root in our personal experience.

--Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Always aim at complete harmony, of thought ,and word, and deed. Always aim at purity in your thought and everything will be well.

--Mahatma Gandhi

Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any one thing.

--Abraham Lincoln

Be nice to people on your way up because you meet them again on your way down.

--Jimmy Durante

Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new will-power, with an advanced experience; that shall explain, and overlook the old.

--Ralph Waldo Emerson

Do What you can, with what you have, where you are.

--Theodore Roosevelt

Do not say you you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson , and Albert Einstein.

--H. Jackson Brown

Even if you're on the right track, You'll get run over if you just sit there.

--Will Rogers

Every really new idea looks crazy at first.

--Alfred North Whitehead

History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.

--Sir Winston Churchill

We make a living,

 By what we get;

But we make a life,

By what we give.

--Winston Churchill

If you have bult castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them.

--Henry David Thoreau

Imagination is more important than knowledge.

--Albert Einstein

Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what ou desire, you will what you imagine, and at last you create what you will.

--George Bernard Shaw

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.

--Aristotle

It's a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it.

--W. Somerset Maugham

It's kind of fun to do the impossible.

--Walt Disney

Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.

--Mark twain

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do.

--Confucius

Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work

--Aristotle

The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly-that is what each of us is here for.

--Oscar Wilde

The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide our sources.

--Albert Einstein

The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.

--Samuel Johnson

The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics run it, and are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts.

--Bertrand Russell

While we are postponing, life speeds by.--Seneca

A life without purpose is a languid, drifting thing. Ever day we ought to review our direction and purpose, saying to ourselves; This day let me make a sound beginning, for  make a sound beginning, for what we do hitherto is naught.
--Thomas A. Kempis

A man's/woman's character may be learned from the adjectives which he habitually uses in conversation.
--Mark Twain

Aerodynamically the bumblebee can't fly, but the bumblebee doesn't know that; so it goes on flying anyway.
--Mary Kay Ash

All misfortune is but a stepping stone to fortune.
--Henry David Thoreau

Anyone can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature sympathise with a friend's success.
--Oscar Wilde

As long as you keep a person down, some part of you has to be down there to hold him down, so it means you cannot soar as you otherwise might.
--Marian Anderson

This above all else: To thine own self be true.
--Shakespeare

Beauty, truth, friendship love, creation--these are great values of life. We can't prove them, or truly explain them, yet they are the most stable things in our lives.
--Jesse Herman Holmes

Character may be manifested in the  great moments, but it is made in the small ones.
--Philips Brooks


Don't limit yourself. Many people limit themselves to what they think they can do. You can go as faaar as your mind lets you. What you believe, remember you  can achieve.
--Mary Kay Ash

Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.
--Dr. Dale Turner

Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.
--Voltaire

Enthusiasm is the best protection in any situation. Wholeheartedness is contagious. Give yourself, if you wish to get others.
--David Seabury

Everyond who has ever taken a shower has had an idea. It's the person who gets out of the shower, dries off, and does something about it that makes a difference.
--Nolan Bushnell

Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see the beauty, believe in them, and  try to follow where they lead.
--Louisa May Alcott

Good judgement comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgement.
--Will Rogers

Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of travelling.
--Margaret B. Runbeck

Happy are those that dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.
--Leon J. Suenes

I can honestly say that I was never affected by the question of the success of an undertaking. If I felt it was the right thing to do, I was for it regardless of the possible outcome.
--Golda Meir

Right or wrong, success or failure, good or evil, exist only in the eyes of the beholder. One Man's heaven is another Man's Hell.
--Author Unknown

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
--Agatha Christie

I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning to sail my ship.
--Louisa May Alcott

I've learned from experience, that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions, and not on our circumstances.
--Martha Washington

If you have knowledge, let others light their candles in it.
--Jonathan Winters

If you have made mistakes...there is always another chance for you...you may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call "failure" is not the falling down, but the staying down.
--Mary Pickford

If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgivness, selfishness, and fears.
--Glenn Clark

If your ship doesn't come in, swim out to it.
--Jonathan Winters

My advice to all aspiring actors and performers:Never act or perform, simply be.
--Spenser Tracy

In every person who comes near you, look for what is good, and strong; honour that; try to imitate it, and your faults will drop off lide dead leaves when their time comes.
--John Ruskin

Instruction does not prevent wasted time or mistakes; and mistakes themselves are often the best teachers of all.
--James Anthony Froude

Practise does not make perfect; only perfect practice makes perfect.
--Author Unknown

It is more important to know where you are going than to get there quickly.
--Mabel Newcomber

It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, it is because we do not dare that they are difficult.
--Seneca

Remember there's no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end.
--Scott Adams

He that would pass his declining years with honour and comfort, should, when young, consider that he may one day become old, and remember when he is old, that he was once young.
--Joseph Addison

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
--Aeschylus

I sit beside my lonely fire, and pray for wisdom yet: for calmness to remember, or courage to forget.
--Charles Hamilton Aide

Remember that you are needed. There is at least one important work to be done; that will not be done unless you do it.
--Charles L. Allen

Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is infinite. This is a very comforting thought-particulary for people who can never remember where they have left things.
--Woody Allen

Remember: it is ten times harder to command the ear than to catch the eye.
--Duncan Maxwell Anderson

Remember this,-that very little is needed to make a happy life
--Marcus Aurelius Antoninus


Remember that what pulls the strings is the force hidden within; there lies the power to persuade, there the life,-there, if one must speak out, the real man.
--Marcus Aurelius Antoninus

The general root of a superstition is that men observe when things hit and not when they miss, and commit to memory the one, and pass over the other.
--Sir Francis Bacon

Always remember that striving and struggle always precede  success, even in the dictionary.
--Sarah Ban Breathable

Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.
--Maurice Beattie

The aim of education should be to teach us rather how to think--than what to think--rather to improve our minds, so as to enable us to think for ourselves, than to load the memory with thoughts of other men.
--Bill Beatie

Every young man would do well to remember that all successfull business stands on the foundation of morality.
--Henry Ward  Beecher

It is well, when judging a friend, to remember that he is judging you with the same godlike and superior impartiality.
--(Enogh) Arnold  Bennett

You give birth to that on which you fix your mind.

--Antoine de Saint Exupery

The greatest discovery of my generation is that human beings can alter their lives by altering their attitudes of mind.

--William James

Whatever you create in your life; you must first create in your imagination.

The human brain can only act on the positive; it is incapable of acting on the expectation of a negative result. For example, a criminal never plans to fail, or get caught; he or she looks only at the positive, or wanted result of their deed.

The Pike-Edmund Blunden 1896-1974

IN CANADA

From shadows of rich oaks outpeer

The moss-green bastions of the weir,

Where the quick dipper forages

In elver-peopled crevices.

And a small runlet trickling down the sluice

Gossamer music tires not to unloose.

Else round the broad pool's hush

Nothing stirs.

Unless sometime a straggling heifer crush

Through the thronged spinney where the pheasant

whirs;

Or martins in a flash

Come with wild mirth to dip their magical wings; 

While in the shallow some doomed bulrush swings

At whose hid root the diver vole's teeth gnash.

And nigh this toppling reed,still as the dead

The great pike lies, the muderous patriarch

Watching the waterpit shelving and dark,

Where through the plash his lithe bright vassals thread.

The rose-finned roach and bluish bream

And staring ruffe steal up the stream

Hard by their glutted tyrant now

Still as a sunken bough.

He on the sandbank lies,

Sunning himself long hours

With stony gorgon eyes: 

Westward the hot sun lowers.

Sudden the gray pike charges, and quivering 

poises for slaughter;

Intense terror wakens around him, the shoals scud

away, but there chances

A chub unsuspecting; the prowling fins quicken,

in fury he lances;

And the miller that opens the hatch stands amazed at 

the whirl in the water.

--Edmund Blunden

The Squirrel With a Rose-Sir Osbert Sitwell (1892-1962)

"Why do you climb the tree with a rose in your mouth,
When you might be down here with me, eating the grass?
How can you dream of the scented, the lilly-long lazy south,
When you might be collecting and numbering nuts in the north
For a winter that has no end?" asked the ass.

Said the squirrel, "My nuts are the stars:
Towards them I climb. You are clamped to the earth.
In a moment I'll pelt you with planets, with Mars
And with Venus,, till even you see
Why I wear a rose in my mouth!

Only a symbol, the rose in my mouth,"
Mocked the squirrel,
"My heart is a rose. I've a rose in my blood as well,
And the top of my tree, my ivory tower discloses
The whole of the world as valleys and mountains of roses."

"No! The world is a map made soley for ant and for ass.
For I roll, and thus from the feel of my fur, I can tell,"
Brayed the donkey. "We offer no flowers, only grass,
With blood, sweat, and tears; then a shroud,
And the cheers of the crowd."

"My heart is a rose," repeated the leaping squirrel,
"I've a rose in my blood as well!"
But the rose in his mouth was the blood
As he fell.
--Sir Osbert Sitwell

Sea-Gulls- E. J. Pratt (1883-1964)

For one carved instant as they flew,
The language had no simile--
Silver, crystal, ivory
Were tarnished. Etched upon the horizon blue,
The frieze must go unchallenged, for the lift
And carriage of the wings would stain the drift
Of stars against a tropic indigo
Or dull the parable of snow.
Now setting one by one
Within gree hollows or where curled
Crests caught the ppectrum from the sun,
A thousand wings furled.
No clay-born lilies of the world
Could blow as free As those wild orchids of the sea.
--E. J. Pratt

Praire-Carl Sandberg (1878-1967)

O Praire mother, I am one of your boys.
I have loved the prarie as a manwith a heart shot
full of pain over love.
Here I know I will hanker after nothing so much as
one more sunrise or a sky moon of fire dobled
to a river moon of water.

I speak of new cities and new people.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you yeasterday is a wind gone down,
a sun dropped in the west.
I tell you there is nothing in the world
only an ocean of to-morrows,
a sky of to-morrows.

I am a brother of the cornhuskers who say
at sundown:
To-0morrow is a day.
--Carl Sandburg

Reluctance-Robert Frost (1875-1963)

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
 And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
to ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and tither;
The last lone star is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is  still aching to seek,
But the feet question "Wither?"

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,l
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
--Robert Frost

The way Home-Lawrence Binyon (1869-1943)

Many dreams I have dreamed

That are all now gone.

The world, mirrored in a dark pool,

How unearthly it shone!

But now I have comfort

From the things that are,

Nor shrink too ashamed from the self

That to self is bare.

More than soft clouds of leaf

I like the stark form

Of the tree standing up without mask

In stillness and storm,

Poverty in the grain,

Warp, gnarl, exposed,

Nothing of nature's fault or the years'

Slowly injury glozed.

From the thing that is

My comfot is come.

Wind washes the plain road:

This is the way home.

--Laurence Binyon.

Why do Ye Call the Poet Lonely-Archibald Lampman (1861-1899)

Why do ye call the poet lonely,
Because he dreams in lonely places?
He is not desolate, but only
Sees, where ye cannot, hidden faces
--Archibald Lampman

Waiting Both-Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

A star looks down at me,
And says: "Here I and you
Stand, each in our degree;
What do you mean to do--
Mean to do?


I say: "For all I know,
Wait, and let Time go by,
Till my change come."--"Just so,"
The star says: "So mean I--
So mean I."
--Thomas Hardy

The Man of Life Upright-Thomas Champion (1575?-1620?)

The man of life upright,
Whose cheerful mind is free
From weight of impious deeds
and yoke of vanity;

The man whose silent days
In harmless joys are spent,
Whom hopes cannot delude,
Nor sorrows discontent;

That man needs neither towers,
Nor armour for defence,
Nor vaults his guilt to shroud
From thunder's violence;

He only can behold
With unaffrighted eyes
The horrors of the deep,
And terrors of the skies.

Thus, scorning all the cares
That fate or fortune brings,
His book the heavens he makes,
His wisdom heavenly things;

Good thoughts his surest friends,
His wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober inn
And quiet pilgrimage.
--Thomas Champion

On His Seventy-Fith Birthday-Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)

I strove with none,--for none was worth my strife;

Nature I loved and next to Nature, Art.

I warmed both hands before the fire of life;

It sinks, and I am ready to depart

--Walter Savage Landor

The Peacock, the Turkey, and the Goose-John Gay (1685-1732) (1685-1732)

In beauty faults conspicuous grow,
The smallest speck is seen on snow.
As near a barn, by hunger led,
A Peacock with the poultry fed,
All viewed him with an envious eye,
And mocked his gaudy pageantry.
He, consdious of superior merit,
Contemns their base revioing spirit;
His state and dignity assumes,
And to the sun displays his plumes,
Which, like the Heavens'o'er-arching skies,
Are spangled with a thousand eyes.
The dirdling rays, and varied light,
At once confound their dazzled sight;
An every tongue detraction burns,
And malace prompts their spleen by turns

"Mark with what insolence and pride
The creature takes his haughty stride,"
The turkey cries. "Can spleen contain?
Sure never bird was half so vain!
But, were intrinsic merit seen,
We turkeys have the whiter skin."
From tongue to tongue they caught abuse;
And next was heard the hissing Goose:

"What hideous legs! What filthy claws!
I scorn to censure little flaws.
Then what a horrid squalling throat!
Ev'n owls are frightened at the note,"
"True. Those are faults, the Peacock cries;
"My scream, my shanks, you may despise;p
But such blind critics rail in vain.
What! Overlook my radiant train!Know, did my legs (your scorn and sport)
The Turkey or the Goose support,
And did ye scream a harsher sound,
Those faults in you had ne'er been found,.
To all apparent beauties blind,
Each blemish strikes an envious mind."
Thus in assemblies have I seen
A nymph of brightest charm and mien
Wake envy in each ugly face,
And buzzing scandal fills the place
--John Gay

My Mind to Me a Kingdom is-Sir Edward Dyer (1550-1607)

My mind to me a kingdom is,
Such present joys therin I find,
That it excells all other bliss
That earth affords or grows by kind:
Though much I want which most would have:
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

No princely pomp, no wealthy store,
No force to win the victory,
No wily wit to salve a sore,
No shape to feed a loving eye;
To none of these I yield as thrall,
For why? my mind doth serve  for all.

I see how plenty suffers oft,
And hasty climbers soon to fall'
I see that those which are aloft
Mishap doth threaten most of all;
I get with toil, they keep with fear:
Such cares my mind could never bear.

Content  I live, this is my stay;
I  seek no more than may suffice;
I press to bear no haughty sway;
Look, what I lack my mind supplies;
Lo! thus I triumph like a king,
Content with that my mind doth bring.

Some have too much, yet still do crave;
I little have, and seek no more:
They are but poor, though much they have,
And I am rich with little store;
They poor, I rich; they beg, I give;
They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.

I laugh not at another's loss;
I grudge not at another's gain;
No wordly waves my mind can toss;
My state at one doth still remain:
I fear no foe, I fawn no friend;
I loathe not life, nor dread my end.

Some weigh their pleasure by their lust,
Their wisdom by their rage of will;
Their treasure is their only trust.
A cloaked craft their store of skill:
But all the pleasure that I find
Is to maintain a quiet mind.

My wealth is health and perfect ease;
My conscience clear my choice defence;
I neither seek by bribes to please,
Nor by deceit to breed offence:
Thus do I live; thus will I die;
Would all did so as well as I!
--Sir Edward Dyer - 1550?-1607 

The Barn-Edmund Blunden (1896-1974)

Rain-sunken roof, grown green and thin
For  sparrows' nests and starlings' nests;
Dishevelled eaves; unwieldy doors,
Cracked rusty pump, and oaken floors,
And idly-pencilled names and jests
Upon the posts within.

The light pales at the spider's lust,
The wind tangs through the shattered pane:
An empty hop-poke spreads across
The gaping frame to mend the loss
And keeps out sun as well as rain,
Mildewed with clammy dust.

The smell of apples stored in hay
And homely cattle-cake is there.
Use and disuse have come to terms,
The walls are hollowed out by worms,
But men's feet keep the mid-floor bare
And free from worse decay.

All mery noise of hens astir
Or sparrows squabbling on the roof
Comes to the baarn's broad open door;
You hear upon the barn's broad open door;
You hear upon the staable floor
Old hungry Dapple strike his hoof,
And the blue fan-tails whir.

The baarn is old, and very old,
But not a place of spectral fear.
Cobwebs and dust and speckling sun
Come to old buildings every one.
Long since they made their dwelling here,
And here you may behold

Nothing but simple wane and change;
Your tread will wake no ghost, your voice
Will fall in silence undeterred.
No phantom wailing will be heard,
 Only the faarm's blithe cheerful noise;
The barn is old, not strange.
--Edmund Blunden

The Burning of the Leaves-Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

Now is the time for the burning of the leaves.
They go to the fire; the nostril pricks with smoke
Wandering slowly into the weeping mist.
Brittle and blotched, ragged and rotten sheaves!
A flame seizes the smoldering ruin and bites
On stubborn stalks that crackle as they resist.

The last hollyhock's fallen tower is dust:
All the spices of June are a bitter reek,
All the extravagant riches spent and mean.
All burns! the reddest rose is a ghost.
Sparks whirl up, to expire in the mist: the wild
Fingers of fire are making corruption clean.

Now is the time for stripping the spirit bare,
Time for burning of days ended and done,
Idle solace of things that have gone before.
Rootless hope and fruitless desire are there:
Let them go to the fire with never a look behind.
The world that was ours is a world that is ours
 no more.

They will come again, the leaf and the flower, to arise.
From squalor of rottenness into the old splendour,
And magical scents to a wondering memory bring;
The same glory, to shine upon different eyes.
Earth cares for her own ruins, naught for ours.
 Nothing is certain, only the certain spring.
--Laurence Binyon

The Native-Sir Charles G. D. Roberts (1860-1943)

Rocks, I am one with you
Sea, I am yours.
Your rages come and go,
Your strength endures.

Passion may burn and fade;
Pain surge and cease.
My still soul rests unchanged
Through storm and peace.

Fir-tree beaten by wind,
Sombre, austere,
Your sap is in my veins
O kinsmen dear,

Your fibres rude and true
My sinews feed--
Sprung of the same bleak earth,
The same rough seed.

The tempest harries us.
I raves and dies'
And wild limbs rest again
Under wide skies.

Grass, that the salt hath scourged,
Dauntless and grey,
Through the harsh season chide
your scant array,

Year by year you return
To conquer fate,
the clean life nourishing you
Makes me, too, great.

O rocks, O fir-tree brave,
O grass and sea!
Your strength is mine, and you
Endure with me

Loveliest of Trees-A.E.Housman (1859-1936)

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more,

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
--A. E. Housman

To My Grandmother-Fredrick Locker-Lampson (1821-1895)

This poem may well have been written about my own Maternal Grandmother

This relative of mine
Was ninety and nine
When she died?
By the canvas may be seen
How she looked at seventeen
As a bride.

Beneath a summer tree
As she sits, her reverie
Has a charm;
Her ringlets are in taste,--
What an arm! and what a waist
For an arm!

In bridal coronet,
Lace, ribbons, and coquette
Falbala;
Were Romney's limning true,
What a lucky dog were you,
Grandpapa!

Her lips are sweet as love,--
They are parting! Do they move?
Are they dumb?--
Her eyes are blue, and beam
Beseechingly, and seem
To say, Come."

What funny fancy slips
From atween these cherry lips?
Whisper me,
Sweet deity in paint,
What canon says I mayn't
Marry thee?

That good-for nothing Time
Has a confidence sublime!
When I first
Saw this lady, in my youth,
Her winters had, forsooth,
Done their worst.

Her locks (as white as Snow)
Once shamed the swarthy crow;
By and by
That fowl's avenging sprite
Set his cloven foot for spite
In her eye.

Her rounded form was lean,
And her silk was bombazine:--
Well I wot,
With her needles would she sit,
And for hours would she knit--
Would she not?

Ah, perishable clay!
Her charms had dropped away
One by one.
But if she heaved a sigh
With a burthen, it was "Thy
Will be done."

I travail, as in tears,
With the fardel of her years
Overprest,--
In mercy was she borne
Where the weary ones and worn
Are at rest.

I'm fain to meet you there,--
If as witching as you were,
Grandmamma!
This nether world agrees
Thatthe better it must please
Grandpapa.

Young and Old-Charles Kingsley (1819-1875)

When all the world is young , lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan lad,
And every lass a queen;
Ten hey for loot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have it's course, lad,
And every dog his day.

When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale , lad,
And all the wheels run down;
Creep home, and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among:
God grant you find one face there,
You loved when all was young.
--Charles Kingsley

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Blow, blow thou winter wind:
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
The heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Through thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Hiigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly
--William Shakespeare

Even Such is Time- Sir Walter Raleigh (1550-1618)

Even such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wander'd all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days;
But from this eaarth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust
--Sir Walter Raleigh

Amoretti Sonnet LXXV-Edmund Spenser (1552-1599)

One day I wrote her name upon the strand
but came the waves and washed it away:
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
but came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray.
Vayne man, say'd she, that doest in vaine assay,
a mortal thing to immortalize,
for my selve shal lyke to this decay,
and eek my name be wyped out lykewise.
Not so, (quod I) let baser things devize
to dy in dust, but you shall live by fame:
my verse you vertues rare shall eternize,
and in the hevens wryte your glorious name. Shere shenas death shall all the world subdew,
our love shall live, and later life renew,
--Edmund Spenser

The Average Man-Wystan Hugh Auden (1907-1973)

His peasant parents killed themselves with toil
To let their darling leave a stingy soil
For any of those smart professions which
Encourage shallow breathing, and grow rich.

The pressure of their fond ambition made
Their shy and  country-loving child afraid
No sensible career was good enough,
Only a hero could deserve such love.

So here he was without maps or supplies,
A hundred miles from any decent town;
The desert glared into his blood-shot eyes;

The silence roared displeasure: looking down,
He saw the shadow of an Average Man
Attempting the exceptional, and ran.

Forefathers-Edmund Blunden (1896-1974)

To my father, grandfather.
         My forefathers all.

Here they went with smock and crook,
Toiled in the sun, lolled in the shade,
Here they mudded out the brook,
And here their hatchet cleared the glade:
Harvest-supper woke their wit,
Huntsman's moon their wooings lit.

From this church they led their brides,
From this church themselves were led
Shoulder-high; on these waysides
Sat to take their beer and bread.
Names are gone--what men they were
These their cottages declare.

Names are vanished, save the few
In the old brown Bible scrawled;
These were men of pith and thew,
Whom the city never called;
Scarce could read or hold a quill,
Built the barn;, the forge, the mill.

On the green they watched their sons
Playing till too dark to see,
As their fathers watched them once,
As my father once watched me;
While bat and beetle flew
On the warm air webbed with dew.

Unrecorded, unrenowned,
Men from whom my ways begin,
Here I know you by your ground,
But I know you not within--
All is mist, and there survives
Not a moment of your lives.

Like the bee that now is blown
Honey-heavy on my hand,
From the toppling tansy-throne
In the green tempestuous land,--
I'm in clover now, nor know
Who made honey long ago.

When it is Peace-TO GERMANY--Charles Hamilton Sorley (1895-1915).

You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed,
And no man claimed the conquest of your land.
But gropers both, through fields of thought confined,
We stumble and we do not understand.
You only saw your future bigly planned,
And we the tapering paths of our own mind,
And in each other's dearest ways we stand,
and hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind.

When it is peace, then  we may view again
With new-won eyes each other's truer form
And wonder. Grown more loving-kind and warm
We'll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain,
When it is peace But until peace, the storm,
The darkness and the thunder and the rain.

On Growing Old-John Mansfield (1878-1967)

Be with me Beauty for the fire is dying
My dog and I are old, too old for roving,
Man, whose young passion sets the spindrift flying
Is soon to lame to march, too cold for loving.

I take the book and gather to the fire,
Turning old yellow leaves; minute by minute,
The clock ticks to my heart; a withered wire
Moves a thin ghost of music in the spinet.

I cannot sail your seas, I cannot wander,
Your corn-land, nor your hill-land, nor your valleys,
Ever again, nor share the battle yonder
Where the young Knight the broken squadron rallies.

Only stay quiet while my mind remembers
The beauty of fire from the beauty embers.
Beauty, have pity, for the strong have power
The rich their wealth, the beautiful their grace
Summer of man it's sunlight and it's flower
Spring time of man all April in a face.
Only, as in the jostling in the Strand,
Where the mob thrusts or loiters or is loud
The beggar with the saucer in his hand
Asks only a penny from the passing crowd,

So, from this glittering world with all it's fashion
It's fire and play of men, its stir, it's march,Let me have wisdom, Beauty, wisdom and passion,
Bread to the soul, rain where the summers parch.
Give me but these, and though the darkness close
Even the night will blossom as the rose.
--John Masefield

The Wood-Pile-Robert Frost (1875-1963)

Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day,
I paused  and said, "I will turn back from here.
No, I will go in farther--and we shall see."
The hard snow held me, save where now and then
One foot went through, The view was all in lines
Straight up and down of tall slim trees
Too much alike to mark or name a place by
So as to say for certain I was here
Or somewhere else: I was just far from home.
A small bird flew before me. He was careful
To put a tree between us when he lighted,
And say no word to tell me who he was
Who was so foolish as to think what he thought.
He thought that I was after him for a feather--
The  white one in his tail; like one who takes
Everything said as personal to himself.
One flight out sideways would have undeceived him.
And then there was a pile of wood for which
I forgot him and let his little fear
Carry him off the way I might have gone,
Without so much as wishing him good-night.
He went behind it to make his last stand.
It was a cord of maple, cut and split
And piled--and measured, four by four by eight.
And not another like it could I see.
No runner tracks in this year's snow looped near it.
And it was older sure than this year's cutting,
Or even last year's or the year's before.
The wood was grey and the bark warping off it
And the pile somewhat sunken. Clematis
Had wound strings round and round it like a bundle.
What held it though on one side was a tree
Still growing, and on one a stake and prop,
These latter about to fall. I thought that only
Someone who lived in turning to fresh tasks
Could so forget his handiwork on which
He spent himself, the labour of his axe,
And leave it there far from a useful fireplace
To warm the frozen swamp as best it could
with the slow smokeless burning of decay.
--Robert Frost

An Old Mans Winter Nigh- Robert Frost (1875-1963)

All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from remembering the need
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round him--at a loss.
And having scared the cellar under him
In clomping there, he scared it once again
In clomping off;--and scared the outer night,
Which has it's sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box.
A light he was to no one but himself
Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
A quiet light, and then not even that.
He consigned to the moon, such as she was,
So late-arising, to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
On in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
One aged man--one man--can't keep a house,
A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
It's thus he does it of a winter night
--Robert Frost

The Song of the Old Mother-William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;
And then I must scrub and bake and sweep
Till stars are beginning to blink and peep;
And the young lie long and dream in their bed
Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head,
And their day goes over in idleness,
And they sigh if the wind but lift a tress:
While I must work because I am old,
And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.
--William Butler Yeats

In After Days-Austin Dobson 1840-1921)

In after days when grasses high

o'er top the stone where I shall lie,

Though ill or well the world adjust

My slender claim to honoured dust,

I shall not question nor reply.

I shall not see the morning sky;

I shall hot hear the night wind sigh;

I shall be mute, as all men must,

In after days.

But yet, now living, fain were I

That some one then should testify,

Saying --"He held his pen in trust

To Art, not serving shame or lust."

Will none?--Then let my memory die

In after days

--Austin Dobson

A Birthday- Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

My heart is like a singing bird

Whose nest is in a water'd shoot:

My heart is like an apple-tree

Whose boughs are bent with thickest fruit;

My heart is 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 dias of silk and down;

Hang it with vair and purple dyes;

Carve it with doves and pomegranates;,

 And peacocks with a hundred eyes.

Work it in gold and silver grapes,

In leaves and silver fleur-de-lys:

Because the birthday of my life

Is come, my love is come to me.

--Christina Rossetti

A Thunderstorm-Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low,--
He flung a menace at the sky,

The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
and throw away the road.

The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightening showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands

That held the duns had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father's house,
Just quartering a tree.
--Emily Dickinson

The Three Fishers- Charles Kingsley (1819-1875)

Three fishers wet sailing away to the west,

Away to west as the sun went down;

Each though on the woman who loved him the best,

And the children stood watching them out of the town;

For men must work,and woman must weep,

And there's little to earn, and many to keep,

Though the harbour bar be moaning.

Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower,

And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down;

They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower,

And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown.

But men must work, and women must weep,

Though storms be sudden, and waters deep,

And the harbour bar be moaning.

Three corpses lay out in the shining sands

In the morning gleam as the tide went down,

And the woman are weeping and wringing their hands

For those who will never come home to the town;

For men must work, and women must weep,

And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep.

And good-bye to the bar and it's moaning.

--Charles Kingsley

Love, Quotes, To Remember and to Think About

We Seek It Here, 

We Seek It There,

 We Look For Love,

 Every Where!

We expect it to come to us, usually through another person. All our conditioning (The Bible, our culture, religion, schooling, society, and our peers) says it is something we “fall” into. And yet—and yet real love cannot be acquired, possessed, or accumulated. It cannot be known at all, when we think it comes from outside ourselves –for love is what we DO. The ultimate paradox is WE ARE IT. We are love. Each one of us is a source of love that has forgotten that love is what I am, what I do. Doesn’t feel right does it? That’s because it’s been so long wince we knew—if we ever did—and experienced ourselves in the true way.

And yet we all know that the deepest trust, faith—the purest love is known and expressed only when we give it, not take it. As we give (or show) love in whatever way is appropriate—without fear--, we we are the only ones to experience it first, on the way out. Falling into love is impossible. To do so is only infatuation, sexual attraction, or obsession with an external object which appears to fill the gap, the emptiness, in ourselves.

A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself-to laugh with me; but never because of me; to love life, to love him/her self, to love being loved. such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart.

A smile is the lighting system of the face, the cooling system of the head, and the heating system of the heart.

Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. As the old song states "Love is a many splendored thing." Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!

--From the movie Moulin Rouge

All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love.

--Leo Tolstoy

And here is my heart which beats only for you.

--Paul Verlaine

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

--Antoine de Saint-Exuperty

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet...

--Plato

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage.

--Lao Tzu

Believe in the importance of love, for it is the strength and beauty that brings music to our souls.

But to see her was to love her,

Love but her, and love forever.

--Robert Burns

Dance, and perform, as though no one is watching you. Love as though you have never been hurt before. Sing as though no one can hear you. Live as though heaven is on earth--for it is.

Do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?

--Oscar Hammerstein

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it... It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.

--Eric Jong

Don't frown because you never know who might be  in love with your smile.

Don't hug me, it only makes me want to never let go.

--Alison Mosher

Loving someone isn't always going to be easy,,Anger, tears laughter. It's when you want to be together despite it all. That's when you truly love another. I'm sure of it.

For all that you are and all that you do, and for the many ways you make my heart sing.

--Leland Thomas

Goodnight! Goodnight!

Parting is such sweet sorrow

That I shall say goodnight til it be morrow.

--William Shakespeare

I am so glad that you are here... it helps me realize how beautiful my world is.

--Goethe

I believe in a kind of love that brings sailors home from the sea. Made up of seconds and years and the no-space between hands on skin. I cannot believe how much goes on. I can't even cut out enough red hearts to keep up. Sarah Mimnaugh

I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, or who you are, or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers, if two people are destined to be together.

--Julia Roberts

I have learned not to worry about love;

But to honour it's coming with all my heart.

--Alice Walker

I have you. A lover and a friend. You are everything I need.  You are the sun, the air I breathe. Without you, life wouldn't be the same. Please don't ever go away. And if you go, then don't forget to take me with you.

--Baisa

I love her and that's the beginning of everything.

--F. Scott Fitzgerald

I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

--Ray Croft

I think we dream so we don't have to be away from one another. If we're in each other's dreams, we'll always be together.

--Hobbes

I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care, I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there. I'm not supposed to wonder where you are, or what you do...I'm sorry I can't help myself, I love  you.

If I could give you only one gift, I would give you the ability to see yourself as I see you, so you could see how truly special you are.

If I never met  you, I couldn't like you . If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will

I there is anything better than to be loved it is loving.

If you find it in your heart to care for somebody else, you will have succeeded--Maya Angelou

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.--Mother Teresa

In dreams and in love, there are no impossibilities.

--Janos Arany

In love, there is always one who kisses & one who offers the cheek

--French proverb

In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.

--Mignon Mclaughlin

In true love, the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.

--Hans Nouwens

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

--Maya Angelou

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and a richness to life that nothing else can bring.

--Oscar Wilde

Let love be the sweet elixir that awakens your spirit and moves your soul to dance.

--Author Unknown

Life has taught us that love does not consist of gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

--Kahlil Gibran

Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

--Dr. Joyce Brothers

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

--William Shakespeare

Love demands all and has a right to it.

--Beethoven

Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.

--Franklin P. Jones

Love doesn't sit there like a stone. It has to be made like bread; remade all the time...made new.

Le Guin

Love grows by giving. The love we give away is the only love we keep. The only way to retain love is to give it away.

--Elbert Hubbard

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get--only with what you are expecting to give--which is everything.

--Katherine Hepburn

Love is a fan club with only two fans.

--anonymous

Love is a path to the heart that knows its own way.

--Lamar Cole

Love is taking a few steps backward (maybe even more)...to give way to the happiness of the person you love.

--author unknown

Love is a sighn from the heavens that you are here for a reason.

J. Ghetto

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

Eurpides

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

--Helen Keller

Love is like an eternal flame once it is truly lit, it will continue to burn for all time.

--Kamila

Love is not something you look for,

Love is something you do and you must do it over and over again, honestly, till it takes root in your personal experience.

Love is smiling on the inside and and out

--Jennifer Williams

Love many things, for therin lies the true strength, and whowoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.

--Vincent Van Gogh

Love wasn't put in your heart to stay. Love isn't love until you give it away

Men always want to be a woman's first love. Woman have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a man's last romance.

--Oscar Wilde

Never let a problem to be solved become more important than the person to be loved

Barbara Johnson

See there's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.

Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.

--Saint Augustine

So, fall asleep love, loved by me.. for I know love, I am loved by thee.

--Robert Browning

To Thine Own Self Be True

The most important words ever spoken

“This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.” Shakespeare-Hamlet

Whatever games are played with us, we must play no games with ourselves. There ARE just two types of people in this world: Those with self-respect and those who never quite make it.

Self Respect

 • To value his own good opinion, a child has to feel that he is a worthwhile person. He has to have confidence in himself as an individual not as a copy of some-thing or some-one else. 

• I care not so much what I am to others as what I am to myself. I will be rich in myself, and not by borrowing or copying others. 

• They cannot take away self-respect if we do not give it to them. 

• We need to learn who we really are and then live with it. 

• A man who doesn’t respect himself can never really trust anyone else. 

• Without self-confidence, we are as babes in the cradle. And how can we generate this quality, which is yet so invaluable, most quickly? By thinking that other people are inferior to ones true self. 

• We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves, as we are, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals man’s nature.

• I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule, or scorn of others, rather than be false and incur my own abhorrence. 

• It is may be good to be helpful and kindly, but don’t give yourself to be melted into candle grease for the benefit of the tallow trade. 

• To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves—there lies the great, singular power of self-respect. 

• No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Never give it. 

• The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself. 

• And as we let our OWN light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fear, or presence automatically liberates others. Whatever you have forgotten, you can remember. Whatever you have buried you can unearth. If you are willing to look deep into your own nature, your own heritage, if you are willing to peel away the layers of crap you have adopted in making your way through the tribulations of life, you will find that your true self is not as far removed as you think. 

What is Friendship or Love?

I do not know if there has ever been another time in history when the terms love and friendship have been used as promiscuously as they are at present. We are told constantly that we must be "Friends" with and "LOVE" everyone. Leaders of religion, and other movements, declare that they "love" followers they have and will never meet. Enthusiasts of personal-growth workshops and encounter groups weekends emerge from their experiences announcing that they "love" all people everywhere. Most "Chat Line" and "Test" messages contain at least one LOL and most other correspondence will be closed with a Love You.

Just as currency, with the never ending demand for a growing economy, and higher wages, with more employee benefits, has less and less purchasing power or real value, so the words "Friend and Love" through an analogous process of inflation, through being used less and less discriminatively are progressively emptied of meaning. What then is friendship? Friendship, like love, by its very nature, entails a process of discrimination, of learning, of reaching out, of selection. Friendship-like love- is our response to what represents our highest values. Friendship like love is a response to distinctive characteristics possessed by some but not all. Other wise what would be the tribute of friendship or love? Why would we bother to say that someone is our friend or that we love someone? Really, if your friends or loved ones were to ask why you care for them, consider what their reaction would be if told, "Why shouldn't I call you my friend or say that I love you? All human beings are identical. Therefore, it doesn't make any difference whom I call friend or say that I love. So it might as well be you. Not very inspiring or uplifting is it? Friendship and love are very similar, because friendship is the first necessary step to love.Friendship and love are NOT feelings or emotions; both require a conscious effort in order to find a start and both require a continuing and sustained conscious effort in order to grow and develop into something worthwhile. Above all a friend must be someone you can communicate with and you must be able to do so freely, without any need to censor your thoughts, feelings, or emotions, for fear of offending a fragile ego. And you must never try to hide your passion for without passion, how can love, or friendship, ever grow or develop?

Nourishing the Soul

When I think of nourishing the soul, I think of nurturing the ability to respond positively to life- that is the ability to sustain passion for our interests, values, and projects. I believe that the worst of all spiritual defeats is to lose enthusiasm for life’s possibilities. Consider the case of romantic love. When two adults with significant spiritual and psychological affinities encounter each other, and IF THEY HAVE EVOLVED TO A DECENT LEVEL OF MATURITY-if they are beyond the level of merely struggling to make their relationship “work”- then romantic love can become a pathway, not only to sexual and emotional happiness but also to higher reaches of human growth. It can become a context for a continuing encounter with the self, through the process of interaction with another self Two consciousnesses, each dedicated to personal evolution, can provide an extraordinary stimulus and challenge to each other. But such possibility presupposes self-esteem, and there are no levels of self esteem- you either have it or you do not (Maslow). The first love affair we must consummate successfully is with ourselves; only then are we ready for a relationship with another. A person who feels unworthy and unlovable is NOT READY for romantic love.

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the mirror reflection of ourselves we finf in them.

==Thomas Merton

The first duty of love is to listen.

--Paul Tillich

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.

--Author Unknown

The most beautiful things in the world are not seen nor touched. They are found in the heart.

--Helen Keller

This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see,, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know your self, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life.

--Author Unknown

To live is like love-all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

--Samuel Butler

We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

Sam Keen

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

--Tom Robbins

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes part of us

--Helen Keller

What we need to know about loving is no great mystery. We all know what constitutes loving behavior; we need but act upon it, not continually question it. Over-analysis often confuses the issue and in the end brings us no closer to insight. We sometimes become too busy classifying, separating, and examining, to remember love is easy. It's Man who makes it complicated.

--Leo Buscaglia

You must love yourself before you can love another. By accepting yourself and fully being what you are, your simple presence can make others happy.

--Abraham Maslow

Love is not a feeling but a doing

--Abraham Maslow 

You were made perfectly to be loved-and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

--Elizabeth Barret Browning

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding Back.

--Barbara De Angelis

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is LOVE.

--Sophocles

You must love yourself before you love another. By accepting yourself and fully being what and who you are, your simple presence can make others happy.