These victims had no control or say in their fates and faced the judgment without any sympathy or remorse from their executers. Why wound, or cause a tear to start? The dust we tread upon was once alive. For like a child, sent with a fluttering light To feel his way along a gusty night, Man walks the world. Here are a few poems that borrowed a famous line from the following quotation, commonly attributed to Quaker Stephen Grellet, without positive proof. Without people like him dedicating his life to one thing and protesting with extreme determination, opposition would not have risen without their continuous persuasion. They brought me to the shelter but were embarrassed to say why.
I to pass through this but once. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy, in that England which I shall see no more. They said I caused an allergy, then they each kissed me goodbye. I see her and her husband, their course done, lying side by side in their last earthly bed, and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other's soul, than I was in the souls of both. If, therefore, there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do, to any fellow being let me do it now. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn. Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today? Give us this day our daily bread.
Man is an organ of life, and God alone is life. . You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Lifes an Inn, my house will shew it; I thought so once, but now I know it. Praying will really bring great results and heal your issues.
Ignoring this is no excuse, the shelters will concur. As a mortal, thou must nourish each of two forebodingsthat tomorrows sunlight will be the last that thou shalt see; and that for fifty years thou wilt live out thy life in ample wealth. No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. John Wesley Letter to Charles Wesley. Coleridge On Taking Leave of.
Life is a game of whist. The Book of Life begins with a man and a woman in a garden. We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love; And, even as these are well and wisely fixed, In dignity of being we ascend. And look at you now. Everyone judged of the time by the position of the sun in the sky, or by the first signs of its light on the eastern horizon or by the dimming of its glow in the west after sunset; but opinions could differ, and the Prophet felt the need for a means of summoning the people to prayer when the right time had come. It matters not how long we live, but how.
George Linnæus Banks My Aim. Kevin Gunyak Robert Morris University Professor John C. Written by Grellet, a Roman Catholic, it is important for him, and everyone else, to follow a good path by helping others. Also to Carlyle, Miss A. William Morris Life and Death of Jason.
They formed into unions, but it was against one another. Others had fallen among the fallows, While others had fallen flat. Propra vivere et singulos dies singulas vitas puta. And there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth, For the day of judgment was at hand. Any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Gabriele dAnnunzio Canzone di Umberto Cagni. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Emerson Letters and Social Aims. Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself. On seveille, on se léve, on shabille, et lon sort; On rentre, on dine, on soupe, on se couche, et lon dort. A well-written life is almost as rare as a well-spent one. And also I forgot about all the stuff I learned when I was in highschool, so this is like a fresh start for me. Beaumont and Fletcher The Humorous Lieutenant.