Positivity
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ferineReluctance
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
~ Robert Frost
Goodbye Cruel World (excerpts from)
she can see all the houselights fading
and the ground beneath her feet is shaking
she's singing bye bye my old friend
you're never going to see my face again
you left me outside in the rain
so bye bye
[look out] just when you think she's wearing thin
she's singing bye bye my old friend
you're never going to see my face again
it took some time so here i am,
so bye bye
well now her grass is looking greener
and you hope that sometimes you might see her
what a diamond, boy, looks like you missed it
it must have left you feeling sick and twisted
bye bye my old friend
you're never gonna see my face again
you left me outside in the rain
so bye bye -- i said bye bye
~ Shakespeare's Sister
Hope is the thing...
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~ Emily Dickinson
No matter what life throws at you, rise above. It is all you can do.
Even when the night is blackest, and all seems lost, there is a light within.
Find it. Fan it from a spark to a flame. Believe in the lightness of your being.
Never cease to follow your heart, despite the inevitable heartbreaks along the way.
Even the most crushing and unexpected of blows remind us we are alive.
Keep giving. Keep loving. Keep trusting. Never stop being yourself.
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
~ Robert Frost
Goodbye Cruel World (excerpts from)
she can see all the houselights fading
and the ground beneath her feet is shaking
she's singing bye bye my old friend
you're never going to see my face again
you left me outside in the rain
so bye bye
[look out] just when you think she's wearing thin
she's singing bye bye my old friend
you're never going to see my face again
it took some time so here i am,
so bye bye
well now her grass is looking greener
and you hope that sometimes you might see her
what a diamond, boy, looks like you missed it
it must have left you feeling sick and twisted
bye bye my old friend
you're never gonna see my face again
you left me outside in the rain
so bye bye -- i said bye bye
~ Shakespeare's Sister
Hope is the thing...
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~ Emily Dickinson
No matter what life throws at you, rise above. It is all you can do.
Even when the night is blackest, and all seems lost, there is a light within.
Find it. Fan it from a spark to a flame. Believe in the lightness of your being.
Never cease to follow your heart, despite the inevitable heartbreaks along the way.
Even the most crushing and unexpected of blows remind us we are alive.
Keep giving. Keep loving. Keep trusting. Never stop being yourself.