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Hope, withering, fled--and Mercy sighed farewell.
Hope, withering, fled--and Mercy sighed farewell.
He who has health, has hope. And he who has hope, has everything.
He who has health, has hope. And he who has hope, has everything.
CLOVER VEIL
A clover veil..
violets the vale
neith skies cloudclad
or when ultraviolet
sun prevails.
CLOVER VEIL
A clover veil..
violets the vale
neith skies cloudclad
or when ultraviolet
sun prevails.
Hope" is the thing with feathers- that perches in the soul... -Emily Dickenson.
Hope" is the thing with feathers- that perches in the soul... -Emily Dickenson.
Man needs, for his happiness, not only the enjoyment of this or that, but hope and enterprise and change.
Man needs, for his happiness, not only the enjoyment of this or that, but hope and enterprise and change.
Still desiring, we live without hope.
[It., Senza speme vivemo in desio.]
Still desiring, we live without hope.
[It., Senza speme vivemo in desio.]
"Farewell!"
For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er
We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair.
"Farewell!"
For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er
We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair.
When the heart is enlivened again, it feels like the sun coming out after a week of rainy days. There read more
When the heart is enlivened again, it feels like the sun coming out after a week of rainy days. There is hope in the heart that chases the clouds away. Hope is a higher heart frequency and as you begin to reconnect with your heart, hope is waiting to show you new possibilities and arrest the downward spiral of grief and loneliness. It becomes a matter of how soon you want the sun to shine. Listening to the still, small voice in your heart will make hope into a reality. Sara Paddison, The Hidden Power of the Heart Hope is a higher heart frequency, and as you begin to re-connect with your heart, hope is waiting to show you new possibilities and arrest the downward spiral of grief and loneliness. Listening to the still small voice in your heart will make hope into a reality. Benjamin Franklin, preface, Poor Richard's Almanac, 1758 He that lives upon hope will die fasting. -Sara Paddison.
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and read more
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
