How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
Well behaved women seldom make history.
Be kind to your shadow. ~Rebecca Lawless
"Beware When the Great God Lets Loose A Thinker On This Planet!" ~Emerson
You are unrepeatable. There is a magic about you that is all your own... ~D M Dillinger
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow.
"It seems strange to think that my violin was once a tree, but I do not know what else could have caught the music that lies within it, waiting for the touch. It must be centuries old, and through all those years it was the listening and the learning, weaving in with its growth the forest melodies to sing to generations yet unborn.
Wind and wave and song of bird, crash of thunder, drip of rain, and mating-call-all these are in the fibre of my violin. And the thousand notes of sea and storm, the music of the waterfall and stream-what wonder that it is so nearly the human voice! There must have been a love story in that forest, for it sings love, love, and only love, though I do not remember of hearing it until I knew you.
Perhaps you have taught it a new melody-stranger things have happened-and it has learned your lesson best."
"Buried Music" From "Love Letters Of A Musician" by Myrtle Reed,
Copyright 1898.
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