Quotes & Thought Provoking Words

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I'm gettin' older, too

Landslide

by Henry Scott Holland

Death is nothing at all.

I have only slipped away to the next room.

I am I and you are you.

Whatever we were to each other,

That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.

Speak to me in the easy way

which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed

at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word

that it always was.

Let it be spoken without effect.

Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same that it ever was.

There is absolute unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind

because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.

For an interval.

Somewhere. Very near.

Just around the corner.

Edmond Burke

All I can do is write 'em in a song

All I Can Do Is Write About It, Lynyrd Skynyrd 

By Amanda Quaid

My toddler takes a bite of tater tot and tells me

she wants me to die.

The social worker says I should respond and not

react to things like that

so I ask why she says she wants me to die

as though it’s just

a thought-provoking notion that has never

crossed my mind.

She thinks for a moment, chewing, her tiny lips

stained with blueberry juice.

“I want you to die so you can show me

how to die.”

I take that phrase and tuck it in my breast—she’s

given me a gift, I know,

a task or blessing or could it be—would you not

call it permission—

“And you could come back as a peacock!” she cries

with a grin

“And so could I, and then we could be friends!”

She cackles at me and I smile

back at her and see us in the next

go-round, two peacocks

preening our plumes in the Sri Lankan sun,

finally peers and bickering

over the last mangosteen

Yes

It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.

Or sunshine, love, salvation.

It could, you know. That's why we wake and look out—no guarantees in this life.

But some bonuses, like morning, like right now, like noon, like evening.

BY ROBERT FROST

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.