We still by no means think decisively enough about the essence of action.
The lonely sunsets flare forlorn Down valleys dreadly desolate; The lonely mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as stern as fate.
Be master of your petty annoyances and conserve your energies for the big, worthwhile things. It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out - it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
Our breath is brief, and being so Let's make our heaven here below, And lavish kindness as we go.
It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.
The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide;And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,But you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.
People think I'm trying to make a fashion statement because I never wear a bra. It's really that I'm a tomboy at heart.
We pass for what we are.
When I was a kid about joining the Peace Corps. It said it was "the hardest job you'll ever love. " This is what parenting is, as far as I'm concerned. This is parenting. That is the friggin' Peace Corps. Because you don't love doing this - this is the thing you love the most in your life, it's the best thing you ever do.
Why lie? I'm not going to be a hypocrite and say the opposite of what I think, like some others do.