News reporting with a twist, some is serious and some is gist.
Some is new and some is old, but none of this will leave you cold.
Albert
Schweitzer:
"Reference
for Life"
By Albert Einstein
Everything should
be as simple as possible -- but not simpler.
Ghandi:
Passive resistance, simplicity and service
Raplph
Waldo Emerson:
So of cheerfulness
and good temper..the more is spend the more it remains
Willy
wonka:
A little
nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
By Jorge
Luis Borges
If I had my life to live over, I'd try to make more mistakes next time. I would relax, I would limber up, I would be crazier than I've been on this trip. I know very few things I'd take seriously any more. I'd certainly be less hygenic... I would take more chances, I would take more trips, I would scale more mountains, I would swim more rivers, and I would watch more sunsets. I would eat more icecream and fewer beans. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones. oh, I've had my moments, and if I had to do it all over again, I'd have many more of them, in fact I'd try not to have anything else, just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of my day. if I had it to do all over again, Id traveL lighter, much lighter than I have. I would start barefoot earlier in the spring, and I'd stay that way later in the fall. and I would ride more merry-go-rounds, and catch more gold rings, and greet more people and pick more flowers and dance more often. if I had it to do all over again - but you see, I don't.
By Oscar Wilde:
Life is too important to be taken seriously.
By Ludwig
van Beethoven
Never shall I forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.
By
Whitney Houston
I decided long ago Never to walk in anyone's shadow If I fail, If I succeed At least I did as I believe
By F. W. Bourdillon:
The mind has a thousand eyes and the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done.
By Song of Solomon VIII,7
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.
By Unknown:
If tears could build a stairway, and memories were a lane, I would walk right up to heaven to bring you home again. No farewell words were spoken no time to say goodbye you were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why. My heart still aches in sadness and secret tears still flow, what it meant to lose you, no one will ever know.
By Erma
Bombeck:
Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.
By
Paul Tillich:
The first duty of love - is to listen.