There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else.
Faith, Fanatic faith, once wedded fast to some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.
With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
This is the right time, and this is the right thing.
Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.
To love you was pleasant enough. And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!
The young May moon is beaming, love. The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love. How sweet to rove, Through Morna's grove, When the drowsy world is dreaming, love! Then awake! - the heavens look bright, my dear, 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
I remember my sense of shock some half-dozen years ago when I read a recommendation to sell shares of a company. . . The recommendation was not based on any long-term fundamentals. Rather, it was that over the next six months the funds could be employed more profitably elsewhere.
I never knew that ["Hank Zipzer"] would happen in my life. It is one of the greatest things. It is like a gift from God.
I happen to be a hopeaholic. I tend to look at problems as an opportunity to do some work.
You have to take into account it was the cell phone that became what the modern-day concept of a phone call is, and this is a device that's attached to your hip 247. Before that there was 'leave a message' and before that there was 'hopefully you're home. '