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A Parting Guest What delightful hosts are they— Life and Love! Lingeringly I turn away, This late hour, yet glad enough They have not withheld from me Their high hospitality. So, with face lit with delight And all gratitude, I stay Yet to press their hands and say, Thanks.—So fine a time! Good night. ↗

— James Whitcomb Riley

#funeral #poetry #death

I'm very particular about the pizza that I eat. Godfather's is still a premium-quality product, and I cannot always find that. It's got to be as good as Godfather's or I won't eat it. ↗

— Herman Cain

#always #cannot #eat #find #godfather

You cannot live on other people's promises, but if you promise others enough, you can live on your own. ↗

— Mark Caine

#enough #live #other #others #own

I have the satisfaction of knowing I did something useful for society. ↗

— John Cameron

#i #knowing #satisfaction #society #something

I learned to be with myself rather than avoiding myself with limiting habits; I started to be aware of my feelings more, rather than numb them. ↗

— Judith Wright

#aware #feelings #habits #i #learned

Things are not quite what they seem always. Don't start me on class, otherwise you'll get a four-hour lecture. ↗

— Michael Caine

#class #get #lecture #me #otherwise

I truly feel that there are as many ways of loving as there are people in the world and as there are days in the life of those people. ↗

— Mary Calderone

#feel #i #life #loving #many

Feelings or emotions are the universal language and are to be honored. They are the authentic expression of who you are at your deepest place. ↗

— Judith Wright

#deepest #emotions #expression #feelings #honored

Success is important only to the extent that it puts one in a position to do more things one likes to do. ↗

— Sarah Caldwell

#important #likes #more #only #position

...why can't I stop all the moving and look out over the vast arrangements and find by the contours and colors and qualities of light where my father is, not to solve anything but just simply even to see it again one last time, before what, before it ends, before it stops. But it doesn't stop; it simply ends. It is a final pattern scattered without so much as a pause at the end, at the end of what, at the end of this. ↗

— P. Harding

#dying #father-and-son #life #death