Favorite quote/poem

"I can't chance enviroment to suit me so I cahnce myself to suit enviroment"

My favourite quote is "Work is worship" "Honesty is best policy" "Impossible is found in the dictionary of fools"

The Wood are long and dark And miles to go before i sleep And miles to go before i sleep ...this is the favorite poem of Pandit Nehru and also mine

Touch the wind Juan Carlos Calderón -- Mike Hawker I woke up this morning and my mind fell away and looking back sadly from tomorrow as I heard an echo from the past softly say come back, come back, won't you stay? I wanted to reach you, let you know I still care and lost in the silence of my sorrow I put a promise in the wind, on the air, to fly away to you there Touch the wind. Catch my love as it goes sailing Touch the wind and I'll be close to you I'll be easy to find on the winds of the morning I'll come sailing I'll be easy to find and, baby, I'll be close to you And only forever can I say I love you and only forever have I lost you but only a dreamer could wake up as I do and hope it's still yesterday Touch the wind. Catch my love as it goes sailing Touch the wind and I'll be close to you I'll be easy to find on the winds of the morning I'll come sailing I'll be easy to find and, baby, I'll be close to you Touch the wind...

My favorite quote is "We cannot fight for love as men may do We are to be wooed and were not made to woo I'll follow thee and make heaven of Hell to die upon the hand I love so well." A Mid-Summer Night dream And my favorite poem is "Mending Wall" by Robert Frost and "The Second Coming" by W.B. Yeats.

I like the quote: I love you is an 8 letter phrase, but then again so is bullshit. lol

blades of grass stephen crane

blades of grass stephen crane

I don't have exactly a favourite poem. What I have is a favourite poetriss and everything she wrotte: Florbela Espanca. I love her work, and I admire the kind of person she was.

This is one of my favorites The Housewife by Charlotte Anna Perkins Gilman Here is the House to hold me — cradle of all the race; Here is my lord and my love, here are my children dear — Here is the House enclosing, the dear-loved dwelling place; Why should I ever weary for aught that I find not here? Here for the hours of the day and the hours of the night; Bound with the bands of Duty, rivetted tight; Duty older than Adam — Duty that saw Acceptance utter and hopeless in the eyes of the serving squaw. Food and the serving of food — that is my daylong care; What and when we shall eat, what and how we shall wear; Soiling and cleaning of things — that is my task in the main — Soil them and clean them and soil them — soil them and clean them again. To work at my trade by the dozen and never a trade to know; To plan like a Chinese puzzle — fitting and changing so; To think of a thousand details, each in a thousand ways; For my own immediate people and a possible love and praise. My mind is trodden in circles, tiresome, narrow and hard, Useful, commonplace, private — simply a small back-yard; And I the Mother of Nations! — Blind their struggle and vain! — I cover the earth with my children — each with a housewife's brain.

Allah made it but a message of hope, and an assurance to your hearts: (in any case) there is no help except from Allah. and Allah is exalted in power, wise. [booty10