After writing about collections last Tuesday I remembered that I also collect words.....phrases, paragraphs from books I read, newspaper comments.....really anything that strikes me when I'm reading. This photo is of a short poem I wrote from an application I had on my iphone.......you were given a group of words and were to turn them into a poem. This is challenging......and this one I came up with once, must have been a sorry day for me for some reason. The words I collect I put in an album, really just a hodge podge of stuff, altho I do fasten each item in and date it and sometimes list the source. Today I'm going to write ten of these items I've saved:
You should not waste a moment of today on the rottenness of yesterday. Emerson
In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all, and it often comes with bitter agony. Perfect relief is not possible except with time. You cannot now believe that you will ever feel better. But this is not true. You are sure to be happy again................ Abraham Lincoln
Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life has not. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life. From a column by Barbara Bova.......
It takes a lot of courage to show your dream to someone else. Erma Bombeck
I didn't know that letting a child go is the only way to get him back. Source unknown......taken from a newpaper column.
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends. They are the most accessible and wisest of counselors and the most patient teachers. Charles Eliot
a memory is "something that comes unsolicited from the past completely to unsettle the individual in the present. Proust. (boy, that's the truth!)
What does she expect? That her children will one day come to her with a long list of things for which they finally want to thank her? No. They will not do that. Nor will they come to her with a long list of slights. She will hide her list and they will hide thers. Elizabeth Berg novel
You live your life opening doors, one after the other. You open a door onto a hallway, which leads to another door, which leads to another hallway. But then one day you open a door and it's a closet. It doesn't go aywhere. And it's dark inside. Elizabeth Berg novel
I have experiences to share and laughs to tell about, and time passes and so do the stories. And I can never go back to tell them again as they are replaced. Christine Predd
This has been a worthwhile endeavor for me, collecting words to keep. Maybe it's something you could enjoy doing as well. There's a lot of pleasure in rereading your kept words on a day when you're sort of lost, most will be comforting or at least affirm what you believe in.