Things seen are mightier than things heard.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONRich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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Love will conquer at the last.
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Love is the only gold.
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What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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Silence, beautiful voice.
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We are all a part of every person we have ever met.
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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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The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
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More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
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I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
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Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
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Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
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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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And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
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He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
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And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
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Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
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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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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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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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Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
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Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
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My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
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A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
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