When my love swears that she is made of truth,I do believe her, though I know she lies,That she might think me some untutored youth,Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties.Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,Although she knows my days are past the best,Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:On both sides thus is simple …
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soteThe droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,And bathed every veyne in swich licour,Of which vertu engendred is the flour;Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breethInspired hath in every holt and heethThe tendre croppes, and the yonge sonneHath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,And smale fowles maken …
"Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality." #EmilyDickinson #poetry
Of memory, laughter, and the following blackbird.
With mirth and laughter, let old wrinkles come.The Merchant of Venice Who wants to talk about wrinkles, right? They are considered a sign of age and something to be avoided or minimized by any means necessary. And yet, I have this quote in two places in my office. One is on a candle, from a …
Madelyn Rose Craig 