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| Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in your soul it sings a tune without any words and never stops at All Emily Dickinson |
| Love is friendship, lit afire by Passion tempered by grace |
| A Letter to my Son I love you, not because you were born of me, but because when you were born, I became alive. I gazed upon your baby face, and all my dreams, hopes, and fears came crashing to my soul. You will become so much more than I could ever be. You will be smarter, and braver, and your strengths will grow from my weaknesses. Do not let anyone ever tell you that you are not special, and perfect, and wonderful. You have grown to become your own person, a person of joy, a articulate boy who speaks without fear, who defends those who trust you, and who dreams of setting your own course. You are becoming a man. |
| I'd work for you I'd slave for you I'd be a begger or a knave for you If that isn't love, it will have to do, until the real thing comes along. I'd gladly move the earth for you To prove my love dear, and it's worth for you If that isn't love , it will have to do, until the real thing comes along With all the words dear, at my command I just can't make you understand I'll always love you Darling, come what may My heart is yours, what more can I say I'd lie for you, I'd sigh for you , I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you If that isn't love, it will have to do, until the real thing comes along Sammy Cahn |
| The deepest secret is that life is not a process of discovery,but a process of creation. Your are not discovering yourself, but creating yourself anew. Seek, therefore, not to find Who You Are, Seek to determine Who You Want To Be. CWG |