Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThe quiet sense of something lost.
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Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
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The quiet sense of something lost.
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Ah, when shall all men’s good Be each man’s rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro’ all the circle of the golden year?
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Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.
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I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
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The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
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God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.
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It’s better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would’ve happened if I had tried.
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God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
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The old order changes yielding place to new.
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O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
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Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.
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As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
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Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.
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A louse in the locks of literature.
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
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Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
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I can’t sleep without knowing there’s hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips… the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
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