Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
waves rising the in the soul
Shame enters at the eyes, where it takes away their freedom of movement; grief lodges in the breast, where it dampens the soul’s glow; anger barks around the heart, where it overwhelms reason with its foaming insanity. Speech is the father of all three: like arrows aimed at a target and hitting it dead center, words pierce the soul and wound it in many places. One verbal arrow is insult, and...
It’s not unusual
Never say goodbye, because saying goodbye means going away and going away means...– Peter Pan