Grass grows at last above all graves.
Julia Dorr.
“O golden Silence bid our souls be still and on the foolish fretting of our care lay thy soft touch of healing unaware!”
“Stars will blossom in the darkness Violets bloom beneath the snow.”
“Who soweth good seed shall surely reap The year grows rich as it groweth old And life's latest sands are its sands of gold!”
“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”
“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”
“This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.”