To live in the hearts we leave behind, is not to die.
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No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted. (Aesop)
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I shut my eyes in order to see. (Paul Gauguin)
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Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. (Anon)
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The kindest word of all is the unkind one never spoken. (Anon)
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Give others a piece of your heart, not a piece of your mind. (Anon)
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I thought of something wonderful today…YOU. (Anon)
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He who has a loving heart can mend the things that fall apart.
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The shell must break before the bird can fly. (Tennyson)
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Seeing much, suffering much, and studying much, are the 3 pillars of learning. (Anon)
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There are tears in the heart that never reach the eyes. (Anon)
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There is no grief like the grief which does not speak. (Longfellow)
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Barns burnt down now I can see the moon. (Masahide)
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The man who strikes first admits that his ideas have run out. (Chinese Proverb)
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"Joy and sorrow are constant companions. When one sits at your board, the other is asleep on your bed."
"I am very slowly bringing my life back. We truly hope that time is indeed the great healer."
(Khalil Gibran)
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"How does one become a butterfly?" she asked pensively.
"You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar."
"You mean to die?" she asked.
" Yes and no," he answered. "What at first looks like you will die, but what is really... you will live."
From Trina Paulus
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All is Well
Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effect without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.
Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918) Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral
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A Precious Gold Box( Modified from Unconditional Love of a Child by Dr. James Dobson)
We often learn the most from our children...
A while ago, a friend of mine punished his 3 year-old daughter for wasting paper. Their money situation was tight. He became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree and wasted a roll of gold wrapping paper.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, since she had gone to such an effort for him. But his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty.
He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside of it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy it's not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her forgiveness.
My friend told me he kept that gold box by his bed for years. Whenever he felt down or discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the great love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us has been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
When we think we may be getting a gift that appears to be "empty," look at the motivation of the giver behind the gift and you will see that the truest gifts are given from the heart.
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