“We always may be what we might have been.”

One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going

Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.

The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be

Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,

The stars can only shine In the dark night.

Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.

See how time makes all grief decay.

Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,

But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.

With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit

Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them

Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new

It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

True or false, that never dies

I’m able to express myself and not get made fun of for it.

But you will still look Chinese, and when people meet you, they’ll see a Chinese girl no matter how well you speak English.

Sometimes my day is crammed full of people and talk and yet I have the feeling of living in utter peace and quiet. And the tree outside my window, in the evenings, is a greater experience than all those people put together.

We tend to be preoccupied by our problems when we have a heightened sense of vulnerability and a diminished sense of power. Today, see each problem as an invitation to prayer.

In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.

What cannot be said will be wept.

It is when you are asking about something that you realize you yourself have survived it, and so you must carry it, or fashion it into a thing that carries itself.

To compete at the Olympic Games