I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONKnowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
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Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
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A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
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I sometimes find it half a sin, to put to words the grief I feel, For words like nature, half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.
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Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
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We are all a part of every person we have ever met.
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He makes no friend who never made a foe.
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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you. I could walk through my garden forever.
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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If you don’t concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
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Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.
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Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
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I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
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Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
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I am a part of all that I have met.
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I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
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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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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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A still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
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Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
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Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
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Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
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And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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