Emotions Forever - Ignite your Emotions

Your Best is Yet to be

1. Your capacities are trembling to be born.

                                                      -Abraham Maslow

2. If you can dream it

You can become it.

If you can imagine it

You can achieve it.

- Anonymous

To Grow or Not to Grow

1.  And the day came when the

risk to remain tight in a bud

was mote painful than the risk

it took to blossom.

- Anais Nin

2. People do not grow old.

   When they cease to grow,

        they become old.

                                 - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Beloved, my Beloved, when I think  

That thou wast in the world a year ago,  

What time I sate alone here in the snow  

And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink  

No moment at thy voice … but, link by link,  

Went counting all my chains, as if that so  

They never could fall off at any blow  

Struck by thy possible hand … why, thus I drink  

Of life’s great cup of wonder! Wonderful,  

Never to feel thee thrill the day or night  

With personal act or speech,—nor ever cull  

Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white  

Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull,  

Who cannot guess God’s presence out of sight.

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

Ø A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

Ø Facts are many, but the truth is one.

Ø Age considers; youth ventures.

Ø Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.

Ø Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.

Ø By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

Ø Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

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