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Difficult times have helped me to understand better than before, how infinitely rich and beautiful life is in every way, and that so many things that one goes worrying about are of no importance whatsoever

Life is like a taxi. The meter just keeps a-ticking whether you are getting somewhere or just standing still.

Life is a grindstone. Whether it grinds us down or polishes us up depends on us

We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give

Wtf dude lol

The sweetest lines from some of
the most romantic poets and thinkers
the world has ever known. Use them the
next time you're at a loss for words.

Ah, the evil that men do...
Here we look at words about evil,
and the words of the evil.
Sometimes, the evil do not know they are evil,
which brings us to question evil itself...
Not so cute, but it is the truth.

Quotes of Sadness
Sometimes, in order to cheer up,
it's nice to see there are others
who are worse off,
or at least feel the same as you do. lol

Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams

Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.

Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep sleep happy child,
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o'er thee thy mother weep

Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy maker lay and wept for me

Wept for me for thee for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,

Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.

i cant sleep so no im pis sed . lol na im ok lol

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when the end times roll around
and a decision is at hand
will you be able to say with clear conscience
that you had made a stand

where you at all judgemental
about what you thought was right,
did you do the right thing
or did you act out of spite

when the day is upon us and you face HIM on your own
can you say that you did your best to make this place a home?
did you put aside your fear
or let your ego lead the way
when you finally find the TRUTH,
will you be afraid to pay?

we are all perfect sinners with imperfect souls
may we all be guided by the light
no matter what unfolds.

Uncertain by the query sound that latches upon us
As we shiver silently
The words you spoken softly
Rest upon my weary soul
Never shall I forget that sound
That grasped my beaten heart
Slowly it will rebuild…… stronger
For this was then… and now is now
I am ready to move ahead
Forgetting all that is left behind

I thank the loss of my memory
Of those days when I had not a friend
I am thankful to the memory
Of those great moments when we are together

I thank the loss of my memory
Of those seconds prior to your reasonableness
I am thankful to the memory
Of the great dimple when you smile

I thank the loss of my memory
Prior to the reduction of your anger
I am thankful to the memory
Of those great sharing moments of your success

I thank the loss of my memory
For the reasons of our arguments
I am thankful to the greatest
Moments of my life with you.

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

lay in bed at nite thinking about you;
just wondering what you do;
and how much would be different still being with you;
but you’re with him what can i say;
I love you forever still to this day;
your best friend; your closest friend;
yet loving and caring more and more;
I’ll always be here for you and never forget;
so just remember you are my best friend.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

Standing at the door,
dog tags in hand.
About to tell
a loved one about
their loss.

Thinking of how
it could have been me.
Wondering how they
will react.

Reaching up
with heavy hand,
I knock on the door.

Waiting nervously,
I prepare myself
for what's to come.

Wishing anxiously
someone else had come.
Wanting desperately
not to have to
deliver such news.

He gave his life
for this country
that he loved.

Dying so suddenly
without warning.
He never got to say
"Goodbye, my love."

Sadly thinking
how to treat
the wounds
I'm sure to inflict.

Praying for peace
and getting only
a saddened heart.

The only tribute
I can give
is this poem.

His memory
will never fade
from my mind.

His lust
for life
never replaced.

His joy
in his family
and his friends,
never forgotten.

He will
live on
'till the end of time.

He is
one of us,
the unforgotten vet.