Monday, April 30, 2012

Paintings of wildlife by Collin Bogle with quotes

Paintings of wildlife by Collin Bogle

Plans to protect air and water, wilderness and wildlife
are in fact plans to protect man.
Stewart Udal

All beings tremble before violence. All fear death,
all love life. See yourself in others. Then whom
can you hurt? What harm can you do?Buddha

Children quote by Charles Monroe Dickinson

They are idols of hearts and of households;
They are angels of God in disguise;
His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses,
His glory still gleams in their eyes;
Those truants from home and from Heaven
They have made me more manly and mild;
And I know now how Jesus could liken
The kingdom of God to a child.
Charles Monroe Dickinson, The Children

Lâcher Prise/ Auteur Inconnu

Lâcher Prise
Auteur Inconnu

Lâcher Prise, ce n'est pas se montrer indifférent
mais simplement admettre que l'on ne peut agir à la place
de quelqu'un d'autre.
Lâcher prise, ce n'est pas couper les liens
mais prendre conscience qu'il ne doit pas y avoir contrôle

Lâcher prise, ce n'est pas être passif,
mais au contraire tirer une leçon des conséquences inhérentes
à un évènement.
Lâcher prise, c'est reconnaître ses limites,
c'est à dire que le résultat final n'est pas entre nos mains.

Lâcher prise, ce n'est pas blâmer ou vouloir changer autrui,
mais donner le meilleur de soi-même.
Lâcher prise, ce n'est pas prendre soin des autres
mais se sentir concerne par eux.

Lâcher prise, ce n'est pas "assister"
mais encourager.
Lâcher prise, ce n'est pas juger,
mais accorder à autrui le droit d'Etre avec toutes ses
imperfections comme champ d'expériences.

Lâcher prise, ce n'est pas s'occuper de tout ce qui arrive,
mais laisser les autres gérer leur propre destin, source d'éveil.
Lâcher prise, ce n'est pas materner les autres,
mais leur permettre d'affronter la réalité.

Lâcher prise, ce n'est pas rejeter,
c'est au contraire accepter.
Lâcher prise, ce n'est pas harceler, sermonner ou gronder
mais tenter de déceler ses propres faiblesses et de s'en défaire.

Lâcher prise, ce n'est pas adapter les choses à ses propres
désirs,mais prendre chaque jour comme il vient et l'apprécier
sans oublier de s'aider soi-même.
Lâcher prise, ce n'est pas critiquer ou corriger autrui,
mais s'efforcer de devenir ce que l'on rêve de devenir.

Lâcher prise, ce n'est pas regretter le passé,
mais vivre et grandir pour l'avenir dans l'ici et maintenant.
Lâcher prise, c'est craindre de moins en moins
pour aimer de plus en plus.

La petite espérance/Auteur Inconnu

Edward Dullard Photography

La petite espérance

C'est le petite lumière qui brille au fond du coeur
Et nul au monde ne saurait l'éteindre.
Si ton coeur est brisé, malheureux, éperdu,
Si ta vie est triste, monotone, sans saveur,
Si l'angoisse parfois et souvent te saisit,
La petite espérance est là, au fond de ton coeur
Qui va te permettre de remonter la pente.

Elle est le doux printemps qui surgit après l'hiver,
Elle est ta bonne étoile qui scintille dans le ciel,
Elle est le souffle du vent qui chasse les nuages...

Si tu te crois sans force, sans idée, sans espoir,
Tout au fond d'une impasse, dans le noir d'un tunnel,
Si tu n'as plus le gout à rien, ni même celui de vivre...
La petite espérance est encore là, au fond de ton coeur
Qui te donne du courage quand tout semble fini.

Elle est la goutte d'eau pure qui jaillit de la source
Le bourgeon qui permet à l'arbre de reverdir
La clarté du jour, là-bas, au bout de la nuit.

Merci d'être toujours là,
ma petite espérance,
tout au fond de mon coeur
Ma merveilleuse lampe magique
où je puise tous mes rèves,
Toi qui ne connais pas le mot fin.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Divine Compassion by John Greenleaf Whittier;A Tear And A Smile by by Khalil Gibran

Divine Compassion
John Greenleaf Whittier

Vidan painting

MICHEL PEPE - La Purete du Coeur

Long since, a dream of heaven I had,
And still the vision haunts me oft;
I see the saints in white robes clad,
The martyrs with their palms aloft;
But hearing still, in middle song,
The ceaseless dissonance of wrong;
And shrinking, with hid faces, from the strain
Of sad, beseeching eyes, full of remorse and pain.

The glad song falters to a wail,
The harping sinks to low lament;
Before the still unlifted veil
I see the crowned foreheads bent,
Making more sweet the heavenly air,
With breathings of unselfish prayer;
And a Voice saith: 'O Pity which is pain,
O Love that weeps, fill up my sufferings which remain!

'Shall souls redeemed by me refuse
To share my sorrow in their turn?
Or, sin-forgiven, my gift abuse
Of peace with selfish unconcern?
Has saintly ease no pitying care?
Has faith no work, and love no prayer?
While sin remains, and souls in darkness dwell,
Can heaven itself be heaven, and look unmoved on hell?'
Then through the Gates of Pain, I dream,
A wind of heaven blows coolly in;
Fainter the awful discords seem,
The smoke of torment grows more thin,
Tears quench the burning soil, and thence
Spring sweet, pale flowers of penitence
And through the dreary realm of man's despair,
Star-crowned an angel walks, and to! God's hope is there!
Is it a dream? Is heaven so high
That pity cannot breathe its air?
Its happy eyes forever dry,
Its holy lips without a prayer!
My God! my God! if thither led
By Thy free grace unmerited,
No crown nor palm be mine, but let me keep
A heart that still can feel, and eyes that still can weep.
A Tear And A Smile
by Khalil Gibran

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.

I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life's secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

I would rather that I died in yearning and longing
than that I live Weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing,
and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

With evening's coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun's kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and area cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return
to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.

And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.

Time Tested Beauty Tips by Sam Levenson

Nydia Lozano painting

Time Tested Beauty Tips
Sam Levenson

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

Idealism quotes

I'm not ready to let the youthful part of myself go yet. If maturity means becoming a cynic, if you have to kill the part of yourself that is naive and romantic and idealistic - the part of you that you treasure most - to claim maturity, is it not better to die young but with your humanity intact?
Kenneth Cain

Idealism is what precedes experience; cynicism is what follows.
David T. Wolf

Cynics regarded everybody as equally corrupt... Idealists regarded everybody as equally corrupt, except themselves.
Robert Anton Wilson

Idealism increases in direct proportion to one's distance from the problem.
John Galsworthy

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Children quote by Hildegarde Hawthorne

Sometimes looking deep into the eyes of a child, you are conscious of meeting a glance full of wisdom. The child has known nothing yet but love and beauty. All this piled-up world knowledge you have acquired is unguessed at by her. And yet you meet this wonderful look that tells you in a moment more than all the years of experience have seemed to teach. Hildegarde Hawthorne

The Journey by Alison Stormwolf

Christine Comyn Art

The Journey
by Alison Stormwolf

I had to go a wandering
Leave everything behind me
I had to find the reason for my life
I had to go a seeking
And tracing ancient pathways
My lonely journey cut me like a knife.

I had to scale the mountains
Of passion and possessions
I had to trawl the grave of poverty
But still my soul was urging me
To keep upon that pathway
The only one to set my spirit free

I could not look to others
To help me on my journey
The task was mine and mine alone
So many nights in torment
So many painful daybreaks
SO many times I cried out
To go home

But now I have a new song
A different new perspective
A blessed new awareness of my role
It's been a long hard journey
From that aching inner yearning
But not too long to go now
Until I am home!

Enigma with Flower by Pablo Neruda

Enigma with Flower
Pablo Neruda

Victory. It has come late, I had not learnt
how to arrive, like the lily, at will,
the white figure, that pierces
the motionless eternity of earth,
pushing at clear, faint, form,
till the hour strikes: that clay,
with a white ray, or a spur of milk.
Shedding of clothing, the thick darkness of soil,
on whose cliff the fair flower advances,
till the flag of its whiteness
defeats the contemptible deep of night,
and, from the motion of light,
spills itself in astonished seed.

The Busy Heart by Rupert Brooke

The Busy Heart
Rupert Brooke

Now that we’ve done our best and worst, and parted,
I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not rend.
(O heart, I do not dare go empty-hearted)
I’ll think of Love in books, Love without end;
Women with child, content; and old men sleeping;
And wet strong ploughlands, scarred for certain grain;
And babes that weep, and so forget their weeping;
And the young heavens, forgetful after rain;
And evening hush, broken by homing wings;
And Song’s nobility, and Wisdom holy,
That live, we dead. I would think of a thousand things,
Lovely and durable, and taste them slowly,
One after one, like tasting a sweet food.
I have need to busy my heart with quietude.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

Vladimir Volegov Art

A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
O my Luve 's like a red, red rose,
That 's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve 's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune!

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Art and creative expression quote by Donald William Mathews

Artist Christine Comyn

Trust the process of the subtle push toward art and creative expression from inside you – it is the gentle call of your heart and renewed search for soul. It is an opening to expansion of your expressive abilities and the discovery of hidden limitations ready to be challenged. Be open to what it means, it has many possibilities for action in every part of your life. Ultimately it will lead to significant personal changes – to living life in a new way with new tools of creative expression.
Donald William Mathews

Inspiring nature quotes by John Muir

Keep close to Nature's heart...and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
John Muir
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
John Muir
There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties
John Muir
When we tug at a single thing in nature, we find it attached to the rest of the world.
John Muir

Inspirational nature quotes by James Russell Lowell ,Thomas Carlyle

How I do love the earth. I feel it thrill under my feet. I feel somehow as if it were conscious of my love, as if something passed into my dancing blood from it.
James Russell Lowell
To the wisest man, wide as is his vision. Nature remains of quite infinite depth, of quite infinite expansion and all experience thereof limits itself to some few computed centuries and measured square miles.
Thomas Carlyle

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Desiderata by Max Ehrmann;Youth by Samuel Ullman;inspiring life quotes by Fritz Williams,Gilda Radner,Ralph Waldo Emerson,Nicholas Sparks

Secret Garden- Papillon
by Max Ehrmann
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.
Take kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Samuel Ullman
Andrei Belichenko painting

Youth is not a time of life—it is a state of mind. It is not a matter of red cheeks, red lips and supple knees. It is a temper of the will; a quality of the imagination; a vigor of the emotions; it is a freshness of the deep springs of life. Youth means a tempermental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over a life of ease. This often exists in a man of fifty, more than in a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years; people grow old by deserting their ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair—these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust.
Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being’s heart a love of wonder; the sweet amazement at the stars and starlike things and thoughts; the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike appetite for what comes next, and the joy in the game of life.
You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your despair.
In the central place of your heart there is a wireless station. So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, grandeur, courage, and power from the earth, from men and from the Infinite—so long are you young. When the wires are all down and the central places of your heart are covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then are you grown old, indeed!
I believe in cultivating opposite, but complementary views of life, and I believe in meeting life's challenges with contradictory strategies. I believe in reckoning with the ultimate meaninglessness of our existence, even as we fall in love with the miracle of being alive. I believe in working passionately to make our lives count while never losing sight of our insignificance. I believe in caring deeply and being beyond caring. It is by encompassing these opposites, by being involved and vulnerable, but simultaneously transcendent and detached, that our lives are graced by resilience and joy.
Fritz Williams
Alan Ayers Art
Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.
Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.
Gilda Radner
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