At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet

10月 3rd, 2010

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet
Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. Love is not a matter of counting the days. It's making the days count. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful. Where there is great love, there are always miracles. Love is like a butterfly. It goes where it pleases and it pleases where it goes. At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey

09月 27th, 2010

Life is the flower for which love is the honey
Passionate love is a quenchless thirst.I'll think of you every step of the way.I miss you so much already and I haven't even left yet!My heart is with you. The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart.One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life.That word is love.She who has never loved, has never lived. No words are necessary between two loving hearts. Life is the flower for which love is the honey. You make my heart smile. Being with you is like walking on a very clear morning.With the wonder of your love, the sun above always shines.

Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what

09月 14th, 2010

Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what
Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.” He added, “The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week.” When the teacher was leaving, he said, ‘Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.’”


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