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.
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.
Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house:
thy children like olive plants read more
Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house:
thy children like olive plants round about thy table.
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.
[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio
doemonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call read more
[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio
doemonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call
changelings.
The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing read more
The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remaining over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves
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.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man, youth never.
Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man, youth never.
