All the wars of the world, all the Caesars, have not the staying power of a lily in … - Reginald Farrer

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Joy seems to me a step beyond happiness- happiness is a sort of atmosphere you can live in sometimes when you're lucky. Joy is a light that fills you with hope and faith and love.

Reginald Farrer

All the wars of the world, all the Caesars, have not the staying power of a lily in a cottage garden.

Cottage, Cottages, Garden, Power, War, World

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I think the true gardener is a lover of his flowers, not a critic of them. I think the true gardener is the reverent servant of Nature, not her truculent, wife-beating master. I think the true gardener, the older he grows, should more and more develop a humble, grateful and uncertain spirit.

Appreciation, Cheer, Grateful, Gratitude, Grows, Nature

I am fonder of my garden for the trouble it gives me.

Fonder, Garden, Giving, Trouble

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This is crazier and louder than I was prepared for. With every week, the fervour and anticipation seem to grow. People know my name and ambush me in public and try to figure out what hotel I'm staying at and ask me to bite them and want to touch my hair.

Grow, Hair, Hotel, Know, Names, People

Tom Monaghan

I believe everyone on earth has a certain goal
dream in life. I also believe anyone can achieve this if they set their minds to it.

Believe, Certain, Dream, Goal, Life

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my sweet old etcetera aunt lucy during the recent war could and what is more did tell you just what everybody was fighting for, my sister isabel created hundreds (and hundreds) of socks not to mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers etcetera wristers etcetera, my mother hoped that i would die etcetera bravely of course my father used to become hoarse talking about how it was a privilege and if only he could meanwhile my self etcetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of Your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera)

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It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.

Clock, Life, Morning, Sets, Three

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