You can not climb the ladder of success with your hands in your pockets. - Unknown
One today is worth two tomorrows. -Ben Franklin

A half truth is a whole lie. - Unknown

Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.
Jim Morrison

Truth needs no memory.- Unknown

It's not hard to make decisions when you know what your values are.- Roy Disney

That which is easy to aquire, is easily disgarded. - Unknown

Never discourage anyone...who continually makes progress, no matter how slow.
Plato

Love gauze,
At first so gossamer,
Filmy and light, lightly filtering,
Cleanly fresh, offering romantic packing
for the wounds of a still beating heart.

Love gauzed,
At last bitumen soaked,
Clingy and dark, darkly wrapping,
Uncleanly ancient, offering mummied coverings
for the wounds of a still beating heart.

Me
 

“Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.”
― Marilyn Monroe

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When you hear, "It's not you, it's me." don't believe it. It's you.

~Fatale

Speak from the heart.
It's risky.
It's unrehearsed.
It's spontaneous.
But it's honest.

All that we are is a result of all we have thought
Buddha~

"This is a great irony — people who have every reason to be content seldom are. Though happiness is their aim, it seems always out of reach. I wonder if gratefulness is the bridge from sorrow to joy, spanning the chasm of our anxious striving. Freed from the burden of unbridled desires, we can enjoy what we have, celebrate what we've attained, and appreciate the familiar. For if we can't be happy now, we'll likely not be happy when."
-Phillip Gulley - Porch Talk

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. ~ Aristotle

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.-Unknown

Where there is a will there is a way.- Unknown

An unfullfilled vocation drains the color from a persons existence. - Honore de Balzac

Allen Ginsberg - Song


The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction

the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.

Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human--
looks out of the heart
burning with purity--
for the burden of life
is love,

but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.

No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love--
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
--cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:

the weight is too heavy

--must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.

The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye--

yes, yes,
that's what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.

No painter's brush, nor poet's pen. In justice to her fame. Has ever reached half high enough. To write a mother's name. ~Author Unknown

Revelation

We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone really find us out.

'Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.

But so with all, from babes that play
At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.
Robert Frost