“Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us,With heaven's light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit,True or false, that never dies;Every word man's lips have utteredEchoes in God's skies.” MenLightSpiritDiesHeavenSkyAngelWingsRoundsLipsSerpentTrue Or FalseVenomous Book:Legends and lyrics: a book of verses Source: Legends and lyrics: a book of verses
“Every day His servants are dying modestly and peacefully--not a word of victory on their lips; but Christ's deep triumph in their hearts--watching the slow progress of their own decay, and yet so far emancipated from personal anxiety that they are still able to think and plan for others, not knowing that they are doing any great thing. They die, and the world hears nothing of them; and yet theirs was the completest victory. They came to the battle field, the field to which they had been looking forward all their lives, and the enemy was not to be found. There was no foe to fight with.” ThinkingWorldHeartStillsAbleDeathDiesFightingFoundChristEnemyKnowingProgressPlansDyingFieldsVictoryBattleAnxietyLipsGreat ThingsTriumphServantDecayNot KnowingFoeLooking ForwardSlow Progress Book:Sermons Preached at Brighton Source: Sermons Preached at Brighton
“When I die, I want to be buried in a long long-sleeve black Ralph Lauren dress and brown chunky boots. I want my hair styled like his models, long hair that flows. I also want natural makeup with a light pink lip.” WantLongLightDiesBlackNaturalHairModelsFlowDressesLipsBrownMakeupBuriedBootsSleevesLong HairLauren Author:Nadine Velazquez
“It was part of war; men died, more would die, that was past, and what mattered now was the business in hand; those who lived would get on with it. Whatever sorrow was felt, there was no point in talking or brooding about it, much less in making, for form's sake, a parade of it. Better and healthier to forget it, and look to tomorrow.The celebrated British stiff upper lip, the resolve to conceal emotion which is not only embarrassing and useless, but harmful, is just plain commons sense” MenLooksWarHandsPastFormDiesFeltForgetEmotionTalkingTomorrowSorrowDiedSakeLipsBritishUselessResolveEmbarrassingForget ItArt Of WarNo PointParadesBroodingStiff Upper Lip Author:George MacDonald