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Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

passion

Next time!" In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

em Ramona
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Will not the Senorita trust me?"Ramona smiled faintly through her tears. "Yes," she said. "I will trust you. You are Alessandro, are you not?""Yes, Senorita," he answered, greatly surprised, "I am Alessandro.

em Ramona
love trust ramona

There had been no crises of incident, or marked movements of experience such as in Felipe's imaginations of love were essential to the fulness of its growth. This is a common mistake on the part of those who have never felt love's true bonds. Once in those chains, one perceives that they are not of the sort full forged in a day. They are made as the great iron cables are made, on which bridges are swung across the widest water-channels,--not of single huge rods, or bars, which would be stronger, perhaps, to look at; but myriads of the finest wires, each one by itself so fine, so frail, it would barely hold a child's kite in the wind: by hundreds, hundreds of thousands of such, twisted, re-twisted together, are made the mighty cables, which do not any more swerve from their place in the air, under the weight and jar of the ceaseless traffic and tread of two cities, than the solid earth swerves under the same ceaseless weight and jar. Such cables do not break.

em Ramona
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But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and she heard a voice saying, "Majella!

em Ramona
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Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.

hurt sadness sad pessimism

Gazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down upon the world,--it seemed the whole world, so limitless it stretched away at her feet,--feeling that infinite unspeakable sense of nearness to Heaven, remoteness from earth which comes only on mountain heights, she drew in a long breath of delight, and cried: "At last! at last, Alessandro! Here we are safe! This is freedom! This is joy!

em Ramona
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We have flattered ourselves by inventing proverbs of comparison in matter of blindness,--"blind as a bat," for instance. It would be safe to say that there cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families. Tempers strain and recover, hearts break and heal, strength falters, fails, and comes near to giving way altogether, every day, without being noted by the closest lookers-on.

em Ramona
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The goldenrod is yellow,The corn is turning brown...The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bending down.

autumn fall

Who longest waits most surely wins.

days difficult

Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures such a smile if the artful but know it is the greatest weapon a face can have.

friendship

Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.

going getting

We sail at sunrise daily "outward bound."

mornings

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

motivation

There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.

self confidence

Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt and limps off the field piteous all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another.

self confidence

No past is dead for us but only sleeping love.

past

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