#gift

The love of beauty in its multiple forms is the noblest gift of the human cerebrum. ↗

— Alexis Carrel

#forms #gift #human #love #multiple

All great men are gifted with intuition. They know without reasoning or analysis, what they need to know. ↗

— Alexis Carrel

#gifted #great #great men #intuition #know

It is good to realize that if love and peace can prevail on earth, and if we can teach our children to honor nature's gifts, the joys and beauties of the outdoors will be here forever. ↗

— Jimmy Carter

#children #earth #forever #gifts #good

To be an artist includes much; one must possess many gifts - absolute gifts - which have not been acquired by one's own effort. And, moreover, to succeed, the artist much possess the courageous soul. ↗

— Kate Chopin

#acquired #artist #been #courageous #effort

My physics teacher, Thomas Miner was particularly gifted. To this day, I remember how he introduced the subject of physics. He told us we were going to learn how to deal with very simple questions such as how a body falls due to the acceleration of gravity. ↗

— Steven Chu

#body #day #deal #due #falls

Well, I think part of my gift, or if I have one, is that I love listening. ↗

— Eric Clapton

#i #i love #i think #listening #love

However, all gifts seem now to be absorbed in one and a man must be either a Preacher or nothing. ↗

— Adam Clarke

#gifts #however #man #must #nothing

Just as a puppy can be more of a challenge than a gift, so too can the holidays. ↗

— John Clayton

#gift #holidays #just #more #puppy

I just think that giving a child a chance and sharing what you have with a child is one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself, as well as a child. ↗

— Hillary Clinton

#child #gifts #give #giving #greatest

To Bury A Star" "I pulled a star from the darkest corner of night and hid it within my bosom. When the Earth beneath my feet gave way, moist and fertile, I knelt to the ground and cupped the radiant treasure in my hands. In a shallow hole I buried it—layer upon layer of black dirt tossed upon the spot until it no longer glowed. This I did for you, my love. Now, come with me and see what has been born from a single wishing star. Hand in hand we walk to the same spot of dirt to find the black and fertile soil sucked dry, the color blanched as pale as desert sands. Look how a ring of white fire jumps and dances around the buried starling! We catch our breath, beholding what has sprouted from this magical seed. The illusion of twisted branches glowing in the darkness like tails of comets soaring skyward—tails of baby stars that shoot like fireworks from that ring of fire. Up, up, up they fly to light a neglected corner of the night. From a single wishing star a thousand more have been born. They are for you, my love—a thousand dreams destined to come true. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#love #poetry #richelle #richelle-goodrich #star