Friday, 30 September 2011
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
Friday, 23 September 2011
Saturday, 17 September 2011
Tears
There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.
- Washington Irving
Those who don't know how to weep with their whole heart, don't know how to laugh either
- Golda Meir
Tears and laughter cleanse the heart.
- jlh
Monday, 12 September 2011
Critics Are Everywhere
There's an old saying - and I believe it's true - "Nobody has ever erected a statue to a critic." Davy Crockett had a simple motto which said, "Make sure you're right - then go ahead." The reality is, all of us have faced our own moments (sometimes much longer than that) of criticism.
No matter what your career or occupation, the more successful you become, the more criticism you are likely to receive. Some of that criticism is based on jealousy; some will come from those who don't understand your objectives, and some from those who make a habit of finding fault like there was a reward for it. Actually, only those who don't attempt anything will remain above criticism.
No matter what your career or occupation, the more successful you become, the more criticism you are likely to receive. Some of that criticism is based on jealousy; some will come from those who don't understand your objectives, and some from those who make a habit of finding fault like there was a reward for it. Actually, only those who don't attempt anything will remain above criticism.
Friday, 9 September 2011
Failure
Justifying a fault doubles it.
Life's greatest failure--trying to please everyone.
A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame others for his failures.
A man doesn't become a failure until he is satisfied with being one.
In every soul is deposited the germ of a great future.
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
The Awakened One
I just miss the bus and curse, losing my patience in the rain. Pulling my collar up I walk to try and soothe my temper. An old man passes safe and dry underneath a wide umbrella.Not a single drop marks his suit while I am soaked right through.
He carries slowly on down the road, while I make a mad dash for cover. He looks across at me and smiles. I glare at him, and still he smiles.I swear at him, but still he smiles. I give up and smile, he starts to laugh. “Good,” he says, “Now, don’t forget,” pointing up at the umbrella,
“Be prepared and stay aware, you never know when it’s going to rain.”
Saturday, 3 September 2011
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