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Barbara De Angelis:

Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference. They bless the one who receives them, and they bless you, the giver.
 
quoll said:
Barbara De Angelis:

Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference. They bless the one who receives them, and they bless you, the giver.

Very nice one quoll

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity. - Albert Einstein
 
Heartless Bastard said:
Very nice one quoll

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity. - Albert Einstein
Gosh that Albert Einstein had some really good thoughts...... lol
 
Many things in live will catch your eye, few will catch your heart, persue those.
 
Aristotle:

What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.



Elie Wiesel:

Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.
 
Cathleen said:
Gosh that Albert Einstein had some really good thoughts...... lol

ahh the genius of it all..... grins


"In life there are some hurdles you get over and some you don't. For the
ones you don't get over....well you keep trying until you do."
-Dale Earnhardt
 
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet (1.3.78-80)
 
Apologise for what you have done.
Don`t ever apologise for how you feel.
Quoll
 
A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.
-- Jonathan Swift
 
Everyone used to tell me that things would make sense when I got older...now I'm older, and although the little things make sense, there are new, more complicated things that I don't think will ever make sense...
 
Illegitimi Non Carborundum

I believe it was actually a play on words.

il•le•git•i•mate

Pronunciation: (
—adj., n.il"i-jit'u-mit;
—v.il"i-jit'u-māt"), [key]
—adj., n., v., -mat•ed, -mat•ing.

—adj.
1. born of parents who are not married to each other; born out of wedlock: an illegitimate child. ie: bastard

non-


a prefix meaning “not,” freely used as an English formative, usually with a simple negative force as implying mere negation or absence of something (rather than the opposite or reverse of it, as often expressed by un- 1): nonadherence; noninterference; nonpayment; nonprofessional.

Car•bo•run•dum

Pronunciation: (kär"bu-run'dum), [key] Trademark.
any of various abrasives or refractories of silicon carbide, fused alumina, and other materials.
 
agardineruk said:
..."Certain women should be struck regularly, like gongs." (Noel Coward.)

Much as I deplore striking women in general (with the obvious exception), I must admit, I've often wanted to introduce a frying pan to the side of certain ladies' heads. The gong-like sound would be most satisfying...

Is it considered a 'gong' when the object being struck is empty?
 
It is not the critic who counts,
nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbled,
or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;
who strives valiantly;
who errs and comes short again and again;
who knows great enthusiasms, great devotions;
who spends himself in a worthy cause;
who, at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those timid souls
who know neither victory nor defeat.
- Theodore Roosevelt
 
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

This line's been used by a variety of people, including myself. It's hard to give credit to the actual person if you don't know who they are.
 
HornyHenry said:
(Don't let the bastards grind you down.)

never henry.......

A friend sent me this poem years ago. It is to be shared with a friend so I will share it with all. Take notes guys...........the ladys seem to like it.

FRIENDSHIPS IN THE MIST
~written by catherine k. carter~


Deep within the mist, did ye stand,
as your heart did keen and wail.
So close was I, my soul didst shudder.
As near as a touch, though my hand stayed
unto my side, nary reaching forth.

You knew me, and yet didst not.
You wanted, but wouldst not have.
I was here for you,
so quiet in the mist,
waiting to soothe your grief.

Thy moan did strike my heart,
torn asunder with your pain.
You cried, I cried.
Thy hurt felt most deep.
Yet still you didst not lean.

As a tree against the wind,
you swayed and were tilted.
your eyes clenched tight,
wounds most deep and dire.
Yet still you didst not reach.

I yearned to erase your torment,
to give that which you most needed.
Friendship, most forgotten,
tossed upon the waves of doubt.
Until my heart could not be stilled.

I beckoned unto you,
so that you wouldst see.
You turned and beheld,
relief so great in your eyes,
that you didst falter from your stand.

Of nigh moment on...you knew,
alone you wouldst never be.
For friendships rekindled,
unto souls earnestly joined,
Doth last, for both, through all eternity.
 
It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else.
**Erma Bombeck**
 
The end cannot justify the means for the simple and obvious reason that the means employed determine the nature of the ends produced.
-Aldus Huxley Ends and Means
 
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