In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life – It goes on.
The middle of the road is where the white line is-and that’s the worst place to drive.
A good book has no ending
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.
I only hope that when I am free,
as they are free to go in quest,
of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life,
it may not seem better to me to rest.
The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.
No tears and the writer, no tears and the reader.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself.