“The clouds that gather round the setting sun do take a sober colouring from an eye that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.” MenGivingHumansHeartEyeJoyLyingRaceWatchesSunTearsFlowerRoundsCloudsBlowSettingSettingsThanksMortalityTendernessSoberHuman HeartPalmsToo Deep Author:William Wordsworth
“Without constraint, without any form of mental compulsion, the act of belief becomes the freest possible projection of what resides in our hearts. Like the poet's image of a church bell that reveals its latent music only when struck, or a dragonfly that flames forth its beauty only in flight, so does the content of a human heart lie buried until action calls it forth. The greatest act of self-revelation occurs when we choose what we will believe, in that space of freedom that exists between knowing that a thing is and knowing that a thing is not.” BelieveHumansHeartDoeSelfActionFormLyingBeliefChurchSpaceKnowingPoetFlightFlamesRevelationsBuriedBellsHuman HeartProjectionCompulsionConstraintsLatentDragonfliesSelf RevelationChurch Bells Author:Terryl L. Givens