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Night all and a few random quotes :)

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Rambling

Rambling Report 15 Sep 2009 00:41

"I know who I am. No one else knows who I am. If I was a giraffe, and someone said I was a snake, I'd think, no, actually I'm a giraffe. "
Richard Gere, to The Guardian (UK), June 2002



"To what do you attribute your old age?"
"The fact that I was born a long time ago."

"Deal with the faults of others as gently as with your own." --- Chinese proverb ( double edged that one...I don't deal with my own faults very gently!)

"The crime problem in New York is getting really serious. The other day the Statue of Liberty had both hands up."--- Jay Leno

My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four. Unless there are three other people." --- Orson Welles

"If you want Love, give it away.
If you want Respect, give it away.
If you want Honesty, give it away.
If you want Cooperation, give it away.
If you want Compassion, give it away.
If you want Control, give it away."

- Unknown

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Maya Angelou


"........That's a thought for keeping if I could
It's got to be the going, not the getting there that's good " Harry Chapin :))

Rose xx

Elizabethofseasons

Elizabethofseasons Report 15 Sep 2009 00:45

Dear Rambling Rose

Hello

Lovely and witty quotes.

Have a good nights sleep.

Take care of yourself and your son.

Very best wishes
xx

P.S. Turn the lights off, no past midnight snacks and rest.....zzzzzz............

Joy

Joy Report 15 Sep 2009 07:42


Very true :-)

Joy

Joy Report 15 Sep 2009 11:51


Don't compromise yourself, you're all you've got.


Never explain yourself: Your friends don't need it and your enemies won't believe it.

Joy

Joy Report 15 Sep 2009 21:42


Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent. ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

Joy

Joy Report 15 Sep 2009 22:03

Put your future in good hands - your own. ~Author Unknown


I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship. ~Louisa May Alcott


When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you. ~African Proverb


Great tranquility of heart is his who cares for neither praise nor blame. ~Thomas à Kempis


Rambling

Rambling Report 15 Sep 2009 22:05

"if i could have only one moment in my life over again it would be that split second before our first kiss "

igor

igor Report 15 Sep 2009 22:41

i cried because i had no shoes
till i saw a man who had no feet
(old persian saying circa ?)

PatriciaAnn

PatriciaAnn Report 15 Sep 2009 22:44

today is the first day of the rest of your life.

i learnt that at school but i don't know where it came from


pat x

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Sep 2009 22:49

one for Rose ;~}

"tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it ............................... yet!"

but can she remember who said it? x

Rambling

Rambling Report 15 Sep 2009 23:00

I couldn't Mel, so I googled...and while i was reading saw this which is not short...but one of those pages guaranteed to have me sobbing every time i read it...


"One spring day, when the daffodils were blowing on the Ingleside lawn, and the banks of the brook in Rainbow Valley were sweet with white and purple violets, the little, lazy afternoon accommodation train pulled into the Glen station. It was very seldom that passengers for the Glen came by that train, so nobody was there to meet it except the new station agent and a small black-and-yellow dog, who for four and a half years had met every train that had steamed into Glen St. Mary. Thousands of trains had Dog Monday met and never had the boy he waited and watched for returned. Yet still Dog Monday watched on with eyes that never quite lost hope. Perhaps his dog-heart failed him at times; he was growing old and rheumatic; when he walked back to his kennel after each train had gone his gait was very sober now­he never trotted but went slowly with a drooping head and a depressed tail that had quite lost its old saucy uplift.

One passenger stepped off the train­a tall fellow in a faded lieutenant's uniform, who walked with a barely perceptible limp. He had a bronzed face and there were some grey hairs in the ruddy curls that clustered around his forehead. The new station agent looked at him anxiously. He was used to seeing the khaki-clad figures come off the train, some met by a tumultuous crowd, others, who had sent no word of their coming, stepping off quietly like this one. But there was a certain distinction of bearing and features in this soldier that caught his attention and made him wonder a little more interestedly who he was.

A black-and-yellow streak shot past the station agent. Dog Monday stiff? Dog Monday rheumatic? Dog Monday old? Never believe it. Dog Monday was a young pup, gone clean mad with rejuvenating joy.

He flung himself against the tall soldier, with a bark that choked in his throat from sheer rapture. He flung himself on the ground and writhed in a frenzy of welcome. He tried to climb the soldier's khaki legs and slipped down and groveled in an ecstasy that seemed as if it must tear his little body in pieces. He licked his boots and when the lieutenant had, with laughter on his lips and tears in his eyes, succeeded in gathering the little creature up in his arms Dog Monday laid his head on the khaki shoulder and licked the sunburned neck, making queer sounds between barks and sobs.

The station agent had heard the story of Dog Monday. He knew now who the returned soldier was. Dog Monday's long vigil was ended. Jem Blythe had come home. "

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Sep 2009 23:03

yes Rose brings tears to my eyes remember reading it to the kids Mark loved hearing of Jem but Jo was more senstive she had tears for Walter x

Rambling

Rambling Report 15 Sep 2009 23:09

I think it's actually a deceptively 'simple' book Mel... has a depth to it beyond the story... of how those at home 'cope' in war time and that bravery isn't about lack of fear, but facing that fear because one HAS to.

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Sep 2009 23:11

off to bed leave you with these,

"I dream my painting, then I paint my dream" Vincent Van Gogh

"Never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream" C S Lewis

"Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life" Mark Twain


yes I think your right Rose they knew it had to be faced and face it that did ~ sometimes simple can be very profound but even a child can understand it x

Rambling

Rambling Report 15 Sep 2009 23:15

It gets me every time Clairejo :) I am so soppy about dogs anyway lol, I can't watch 'Lassie' or anything like that lol

xx

Rambling

Rambling Report 15 Sep 2009 23:20

Night night Claire sleep well

xx