You cannot hammer a girl into anything. She grows as a flower does, she will wither without sun; she will decay in her sheath as a narcissus will if you do not give her air enough; she might fall and defile her head in dust if you leave her without help at some moments in her life; but you cannot fetter her; she must take her own fair form and way if she take any.
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Treading beneath their feet all visible things,
As steps that upwards to their Father's throne
Lead gradual.
Treading beneath their feet all visible things,
As steps that upwards to their Father's throne
Lead gradual.
Everything is a gift of the universe -- even joy, anger, jealously, frustration, or separateness. Everything is perfect either for read more
Everything is a gift of the universe -- even joy, anger, jealously, frustration, or separateness. Everything is perfect either for our growth or our enjoyment.
The lofty oak from a small acorn grows.
The lofty oak from a small acorn grows.
He is of the race of the mushroom; he covers himself altogether
with his head.
[Lat., Fungino genere read more
He is of the race of the mushroom; he covers himself altogether
with his head.
[Lat., Fungino genere est; capite se totum tegit.]
Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, be read more
Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch,
Till the white-wing'd reapers come.
Don't wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles and less read more
Don't wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles and less than perfect conditions. So what. Get started now. With each step you take, you will grow stronger and stronger, more and more skilled, more and more self-confident and more and more successful.
Gard'ner, for telling me these news of woe,
Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.
Gard'ner, for telling me these news of woe,
Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past,
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
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Nor deem the irrevocable Past,
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
To something nobler we attain.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
