Tag: Love

Goose Girl And Border Collie

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goose-girl-and-shepherd-dog-free-license-CC0Spring rides no horses down the hill,
But comes on foot, a goose-girl still.
And all the loveliest things there be
Come simply, so, it seems to me.
If ever I said, in grief or pride,
I tired of honest things, I lied:
And should be cursed forevermore
With Love in laces, like a whore,
And neighbours cold, and friends unsteady,
And Spring on horseback, like a lady!

By Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Changing Seasons

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October 15 2014

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. -George Santayana

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Ah, Sweet Love

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From my email inbox:

Ah, sweet love!!!!

A middle-aged couple had finally learned how to send and receive texts
on their cell phones.
The wife, being a romantic at heart, decided one day that she’d send
her husband a text while she was
out of the house having coffee with a friend.

She texted:

If you are sleeping, send me your dreams.
If you are laughing, send me your smile.
If you are eating, send me a bite.
If you are drinking, send me a sip.
If you are crying, send me your tears.
I love you.

The husband, being a no-nonsense sort of guy, texted back:

I’m on the toilet. Please advise.

(Brings a tear to the eye, doesn’t it?)

If People Walk In The Woods For The Love… Henry David Thoreau

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If people walk in the woods for the love of them half of each day, they are in danger of being regarded as loafers; but if they spend their whole days as speculators, shearing off those woods and making earth bald before her time, they are esteemed industrious and enterprising citizens. As if a town had no interest in forests but to cut them down!

-Henry David Thoreau