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24 Jul 2013 Leave a comment
Eyes speak a universal language, and no
interpreter is needed
Where words are restrained, the eyes often talk a great deal.
These eyes tell the stories of children around the world.
They speak of war, deprivation, and loss.
There is a road from the eye to heart that does not go through the intellect.
– G. K. Chesterton
Eyes are more accurate witnesses than ears.
– Heraclitus of Ephesus, 535 – c. 475 BCE
From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world.
– William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost
Almost nothing need be said when you have eyes.
– Tarjei Vesaas, Norwegian Poet
Could a greater miracle take place than…
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15 Jul 2013 Leave a comment
In family life, love is the oil that eases friction,
the cement that binds closer together,
and the music that brings harmony.
– Eva Burrows
Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family.
Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.
– Jane Howard
The family is the nucleus of civilization.
– Will Durant
The family is one of nature’s masterpieces.
– George Santayana
The family is link to our past, bridge to our future.
– Alex Haley
You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you,
but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart,
your mind, your stomach, because
you do not just live in…
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18 Jun 2013 Leave a comment
India’s monsoon rains have covered the entire country a month ahead of schedule,
brightening the prospects for a
bumper output of summer-sown crops such as rice, oilseeds and
cotton in one of the world’s leading producers.
During the year I spent following the monsoon in a dozen countries, I learned to see it as a critically important event,
and not the disaster it had first seemed to my Western eyes.
Farmers experience the monsoon as an almost religious experience
as they watch their fields come backto life after being parched for half the year.
For months there is no rain, and then there is too much.
Half the world’s people survive at the whim of the monsoon.
Rain is grace;
Rain is the sky descending to the earth …
– John Updike
Only He shakes the heavens and from its treasures takes out…
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09 Jun 2013 Leave a comment
For the past three decades as I traveled the world on assignment I
have witnessed children working in fields, factories, ditches, tunnels,
mines, and ship-breaking yards.
The scope of the problem is vast.
Hundreds of millions of children spend their
childhood working and do not have an opportunity to
play, go to school, or live in a healthy environment.
Child labor and poverty are inevitably bound together,
and if you continue to use the labor of children as the treatment for the social disease of poverty,
you will have both poverty and child labor to the end of time.
– Grace Abbott
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies is,
in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are
cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending…
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15 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young,
compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and
tolerant of the weak and strong.
Someday in your life you will have been all of these.
– George Washington Carver
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn,
good and ill together.
– William Shakespeare
The great use of a life is to spend for something that outlasts it.
– William James
May you live every day of your life.
– Jonathan Swift
This boy has never held a book in his hands, has never attended school, and has never known
a life without the threat of violence.
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
– Rabindranath Tagore
Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
– Boris Pasternak
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10 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.
– William Wordsworth,
Lines Written a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey
Portraits often seem pregnant with speech, or as if their subjects have just finished saying something,
or will soon speak the thoughts that inform their faces, the thoughts we’re invited to read.
Landscapes are full of presences, visible or unseen; soon nymphs or a stag or a
band of hikers will make themselves heard.
But no word will ever be spoken here, among the flowers and snails,
the solid and dependable apples,
this heap of rumpled books,
this pewter plate on which a few opened oysters lie, giving up their silver.
These are resolutely still, immutable, poised for a forward movement that will never occur.
The brink upon which still life…
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