Tuesday, October 31, 2006

.......its fragrance still stays........

- Amy Lowell

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.

Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Who knows....

Why do you look so familiar ?
I could swear that I have seen your face before
I think I like that you seem sincere
I think I'd like to get to know you
a little bit more

I think there's something more
Life's worth living for

Who knows what could happen
Do what you do
Just keep on laughing
One thing's true
There's always a brand new day
I'm gonna live today like it's my last day

How do you always have an opinion
And how do you always find
the best way to compromise
We don't need to have a reason
We don't need anything we're just wasting time

Find yourself
'cause I can't find you
Be yourself
Where are you ?
Find yourself
'cause I can't find you
Be yourself
Who are you ?

So you go and make it happens
Do your best
Just keep on laughing
I'm telling you
There's always a brand new day

-Avril Lavigne

Monday, October 23, 2006


Happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have.
-- Rabbi H. Schachtel

A year whose days are long.

I know not whether Laws be right,
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who be in jail
Is that the wall is strong;
And that each day is like a year,
A year whose days are long.
-Oscar Wilde

Thursday, October 19, 2006

A Character

A Character Analysis

I marvel how Nature could ever find space For so many strange contrasts in one human face: There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom. There's weakness, and strength both redundant and vain; Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain Could pierce through a temper that's soft to disease, Would be rational peace--a philosopher's ease. There's indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds, And attention full ten times as much as there needs; Pride where there's no envy, there's so much of joy; And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy. There's freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she's there, There's virtue, the title it surely may claim, Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name. This picture from nature may seem to depart, Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart; And I for five centuries right gladly would be Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.
-William WordsWorth

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Flowers are happy things


Life is made up of small pleasures. Happiness is made up of those tiny successes. The big ones come too infrequently. And if you don't collect all these tiny successes, the big ones don't really mean anything.
-Lear Norman

Thursday, October 05, 2006

To love beauty is to see light.

To love beauty is to see light.
-Victor Hugo

Beautiful fall....

"No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face"

—John Donne