If you lead me. I will hold your people In my heart. If you are alive, it isn't. Common as light is love, and its familiar voice wearies not ever. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist.
Every unshed tear is a prism through which all of life's hurts are distorted.
All that we can take with us Are the souls of those who hear. Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending. Unknown A Christian must keep his faith, but not to himself. But from what we give, we can make a life. I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.