We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.
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Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
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Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
It is never too late to have a happy childhood
It is never too late to have a happy childhood
In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and
great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and read more
In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and
great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be
comforted, because they are not.
The essence of childhood, of course, is play, which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly read more
The essence of childhood, of course, is play, which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly shared with traffic.
My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume read more
My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no
memories of outlived sorrow.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no
memories of outlived sorrow.
When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
The read more
When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
The little one gather around me,
To bid me good-night and be kissed;
On, the little white arms that encircle
My neck in their tender embrace
Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my face.
Teach your child to hold his tongue,
He'll learn fast enough to speak.
Teach your child to hold his tongue,
He'll learn fast enough to speak.
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe--
Sailed on a river of read more
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe--
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
