There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
Contributed by: Zaady
Be still, sad heart and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Every dewdrop and raindrop had a whole heaven within it.
You would attain to the divine perfection. . . .
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Source: Retribution. From the Sinngedichte of Friedrich von Logau
'Wouldst thou'-so the helmsman answered,- 'Learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers Comprehend its mystery!'
Source: The Secret of the Sea
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it: Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
A banner with the strange device.
Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait.
Source: A Psalm of Life.
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