Spring is when life's alive in everything.
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.
Love came down at Christmas; love all lovely, love divine; love was born at Christmas, stars and angels gave the sign.
What can I give him,<br/><br/>Poor as I am?<br/><br/>If I were a shepherd,<br/><br/>I would bring a lamb;<br/><br/>If I were a wise man,<br/><br/>I would do my part;<br/><br/>Yet what I can I give him<br/><br/>Give my heart.
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me
For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.
Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts: and no one to thank
Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth...
Silence is more musical than any song.
Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, ''Where? What?'' and turn away.
Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun
My heart is like a singing bird.
Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.