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The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one: Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done. ↗

— Francis William Bourdillon

#poetry #life

Every beginning has an end and every end has a new beginning, don't worry, broken soul, life will one day come to an end. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#poetry #life

People don't fail; they just stop trying. ↗

— Bud Boyd

#life #success #trying #life

If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would be delight,-- But things couldn't go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I. If earth was heaven and now was hence, And past was present, and false was true, There might be some sense But I'd be in suspense For on such a pretense You wouldn't be you. If fear was plucky, and globes were square, And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee Things would seem fair,-- Yet they'd all despair, For if here was there We wouldn't be we. ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#life

Christian life is not a life divided between times for action and times for contemplation. No. Real social action is a way of contemplation, and real contemplation is the core of social action. ↗

— Henri J.M. Nouwen

#ministry #life

I’m not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. I’ve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but there’s still so much more to see. I doubt I’ll ever cure this wanderlust, and I’m content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... He’s never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme. ↗

— Ann Aguirre

#romance #life

Be generous with your smile and try not to frown. And you will see my children; your smile will never let you down ☺ ↗

— Benny Bellamacina

#education #educational #humorous #poetry #wisdom

How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring? ↗

— William Blake

#poetry #education

The aim of writing poetry is to enable readers a little better to enjoy life or a little better to endure it. ↗

— W.H. Auden

#life

Poetry is a life-cherishing force. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#life