Honj
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And if love remains
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price
But we will not count the cost
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price
But we will not count the cost
"We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated."
- Maya Angelou
- Maya Angelou
May 2, 2025 at 4:11 PM
"We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated."
- Maya Angelou
- Maya Angelou
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
—Yeats
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
—Yeats
February 6, 2025 at 12:07 AM
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
—Yeats
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
—Yeats
"The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things." —Hans Christian Andersen
February 1, 2025 at 10:53 PM
"The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things." —Hans Christian Andersen
“Why was I chosen?'
“Such questions cannot be answered,' said Gandalf. 'You may be sure that it was not for any merit that others do not possess. But you have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
“Such questions cannot be answered,' said Gandalf. 'You may be sure that it was not for any merit that others do not possess. But you have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
January 24, 2025 at 9:20 PM
“Why was I chosen?'
“Such questions cannot be answered,' said Gandalf. 'You may be sure that it was not for any merit that others do not possess. But you have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
“Such questions cannot be answered,' said Gandalf. 'You may be sure that it was not for any merit that others do not possess. But you have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain. — Herbert
January 22, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain. — Herbert
Shine! shine! shine!
Pour down your warmth, great sun!
While we bask, we two together.
Two together!
Winds blow south, or winds blow north,
Day come white, or night come black,
Home, or rivers and mountains from home,
Singing all time, minding no time,
While we two keep together.
Pour down your warmth, great sun!
While we bask, we two together.
Two together!
Winds blow south, or winds blow north,
Day come white, or night come black,
Home, or rivers and mountains from home,
Singing all time, minding no time,
While we two keep together.
December 22, 2024 at 9:18 PM
Shine! shine! shine!
Pour down your warmth, great sun!
While we bask, we two together.
Two together!
Winds blow south, or winds blow north,
Day come white, or night come black,
Home, or rivers and mountains from home,
Singing all time, minding no time,
While we two keep together.
Pour down your warmth, great sun!
While we bask, we two together.
Two together!
Winds blow south, or winds blow north,
Day come white, or night come black,
Home, or rivers and mountains from home,
Singing all time, minding no time,
While we two keep together.
“It's all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.”
—Emily Dickinson
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.”
—Emily Dickinson
November 29, 2024 at 5:45 PM
“It's all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.”
—Emily Dickinson
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.”
—Emily Dickinson
“I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, most of which never happened.”
—Mark Twain
—Mark Twain
November 24, 2024 at 4:44 PM
“I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, most of which never happened.”
—Mark Twain
—Mark Twain
“One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day has been.”
—Sophocles
—Sophocles
November 21, 2024 at 4:39 PM
“One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day has been.”
—Sophocles
—Sophocles
What if it all works out?
November 21, 2024 at 2:42 AM
What if it all works out?
“One can’t predict the weather more than a few days in advance.”
—Stephen Hawking
—Stephen Hawking
November 20, 2024 at 3:27 AM
“One can’t predict the weather more than a few days in advance.”
—Stephen Hawking
—Stephen Hawking
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
November 17, 2024 at 8:18 PM
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
“Gentlemen, when the enemy is committed to a mistake we must not interrupt him too soon.”
—Horatio Nelson
—Horatio Nelson
November 16, 2024 at 5:28 PM
“Gentlemen, when the enemy is committed to a mistake we must not interrupt him too soon.”
—Horatio Nelson
—Horatio Nelson
And all these precious things you gave
Falling through my hands, these worlds, this scattered sand
I stand in a river, push against the stream
Time is a tide that disobeys and it disobeys me
It never ends
Falling through my hands, these worlds, this scattered sand
I stand in a river, push against the stream
Time is a tide that disobeys and it disobeys me
It never ends
November 16, 2024 at 12:31 AM
And all these precious things you gave
Falling through my hands, these worlds, this scattered sand
I stand in a river, push against the stream
Time is a tide that disobeys and it disobeys me
It never ends
Falling through my hands, these worlds, this scattered sand
I stand in a river, push against the stream
Time is a tide that disobeys and it disobeys me
It never ends