We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe heart, like the mind, has a memory.
And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.
There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
Let us, then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.
Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTags: life choice heart live beat dream action early late cease
For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTags: acceptance contentment raining
A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTags: heart child hurt word wound
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.
Tags: life inspirational
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
Tags: life poetry silence darkness
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Tags: christmas
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