Watching the world's best compete fires you up to achieve your own feats of greatness. When it comes to running, participation and spectating go hand in hand.
A poem has secrets that the poet knows nothing of.
The universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers.
I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.
When you look back on a lifetime and think of what has been given to the world by your presence, your fugitive presence, inevitably you think of your art, whatever it may be, as the gift you have made to the world in acknowledgment of the gift you have been given, which is the life itself. . . That work is not an expression of the desire for praise or recognition, or prizes, but the deepest manifestation of your gratitiude for the gift of life.
Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.
The poem comes in the form of a blessing, like rapture breaking on the mind.
For, though the room was silent, the silence of half a hundred cats is a peculiar thing, like fifty individual silences all piled one on top of another.
I can direct breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I take pride in my kitchen, but I'm not going to direct a movie.
I do so hope he plays us 'The Rains of Castamere. ' It has been an hour. I've forgotten how it goes -- Olenna Tyrell, the HBIC
Any woodthrush shows it - he sings, not to fill the world, but because he is filled.