In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; and passing even into my purer mind, with tranquil restoration: - feelings, too, of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, as have no slight or trivial influence on that best portion of a good man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
Dearest lord, may i see you today and every day in the person of your sick, and, whilst nursing them, minister unto you. Though you hide yourself behind the unattractive disguise of the irritable, the exacting, the unreasonable, may i still recognize you, and say: "jesus, my patient, how sweet it is to serve you.
The delicious faces of children, the beauty of school-girls, "the sweet seriousness of sixteen," the lofty air of well-born, well-bred boys, the passionate histories in the looks and manners of youth and early manhood, and the varied power in all that well-known company that escort us through life,--we know how these forms thrill, paralyze, provoke, inspire, and enlarge us.
When daffodils begin to peer, with heigh! The doxy, over the dale,why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;for the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,with heigh! The sweet birds, o, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge; for a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
A poet is no rattlebrain, saying what comes uppermost, and, because he says every thing, saying, at last, something good; but a heart in unison with his time and country. There is nothing whimsical or fantastic in his production, but sweet and sad earnest, freighted with the weightiest convictions, and pointed with the most determined aim which any man or class knows of in his times.
Chain me with roaring bears;or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,o'er-covered quite with dead men's rattling bones,with reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;or bid me go into a new-made grave,and hide me with a dead man in his shroud;things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;and i will do it without fear or doubt,to live an unstain'd wife of my sweet love.
May this marriage be blessed.May this marriage be as sweet as milk and honey.May this marriage be as intoxicating as old wine.May this marriage be fruitful like a date tree.May this marriage be full of laughter and everyday a paradise.May this marriage be a seal of compassion for here and hereafter.May this marriage be as welcome as the full moon in the night sky.Listen lovers, now you go on, as i become silent and kiss this blessed night.
Everything was coming together by coming apart . . . It is the most difficult zen practice to leave people to their destiny, even though it's painful - just loving them, and breathing with them, and distracting them in a sweet way, and laughing with them . . . If something was not my problem, i probably did not have the solution.
I recall this passage as the hour of its first fully coming over me that she was a beautiful liberal creature. I had seen her personality in glimpses and gleams, like a song sung in snatches, but now it was before me in a large rosy glow, as if it had been a full volume of sound. I heard the whole of the air, and it was sweet fresh music, which i was often to hum over.(sir edmund orme)