She loves you, yeh, yeh, yeh, and with a love like that you know you should be glad.
~ The Beatles, from the song She Loves You
Who knows how long I've loved you, you know I love you still. Will I wait a lonely lifetime? If you want me to I will.
~ The Beatles
And, in the end, The love you take is equal to the love you make.
~ Paul McCartney, The Beatles Illustrated Lyrics
For I don't care
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You Matter to Him
At times we may even feel insignificant, invisible, alone, or forgotten. But always remember—you matter to Him! -Dieter F. Uchtdorf, Read This Talk
The Slave Singing at Midnight
Loud he sang the psalm of David!
He, a Negro and enslaved,
Sang of Israel's victory,
Sang of Zion, bright and free.
In that hour, when night is calmest,
Sang he from the Hebrew Psalmist,
In a voice so sweet and clear
That I could not choose but hear,
Songs of triumph, and ascriptions,
Such as reached the swart Egyptians,
When upon the Red Sea coast
Perished Pharaoh and his host.
And
The Quadroon Girl
The Slaver in the broad lagoon
Lay moored with idle sail;
He waited for the rising moon,
And for the evening gale.
Under the shore his boat was tied,
And all her listless crew
Watched the gray alligator slide
Into the still bayou.
Odors of orange-flowers, and spice,
Reached them from time to time,
Like airs that breathe from Paradise
Upon a world of crime.
The Planter, under his roof
The Old Clock on the Stairs
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans
cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des tombeaux:
"Toujours! jamais! Jamais! toujours!"--JACQUES BRIDAINE.
Somewhat back from the village street
Stands the old-fashioned country-seat.
Across its antique portico
Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw;
And from its station in the hall
An ancient timepiece says to all,-
The Evening Star
Lo! in the painted oriel of the West,
Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines,
Like a fair lady at her casement, shines
The evening star, the star of love and rest!
And then anon she doth herself divest
Of all her radiant garments, and reclines
Behind the sombre screen of yonder pines,
With slumber and soft dreams of love oppressed.
O my beloved, my sweet Hesperus!
My morning and my
Flowers
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Stars they are, wherein we read our history,
As astrologers and seers of eld;
Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery,
Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous,
God
The Spirit of Poetry
There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;
Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,
The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,
The leaves above their sunny palms outspread.
With what a tender and impassioned voice
It fills the nice and delicate ear of thought,
When the fast ushering star of morning comes
O'er-riding the gray
Promise Me
Promise me you'll always remember: you're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. -A.A. Milne
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The Future Is As Bright As Your Faith
The future is as bright as your faith. -Thomas S. Monson
This was my first time witnessing a sunset over the ocean--something I had always wanted to do. The experience was even better as I was able to enjoy it with my beautiful wife and precious son. My wife snapped this amazing shot of me and him looking out over Harris Beach in Oregon as the sun set. I love amazing moments and memories such as these! -Ryan