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Nature seemed to me benign and good; I thought she loved me, outcast as I was; and I, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness.
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Nature seemed to me benign and good; I thought she loved me, outcast as I was; and I, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness.
Sara hugged her close and tried to laugh. There was a sort of comfort in the warmth of the plump, childish body.
As he sat gazing into the clear running of the water, Archibald Craven gradually felt his mind and body both grow quiet, as quiet as the valley itself.
Everything was strange and silent and she seemed to be hundreds of miles away from anyone, but somehow she did not feel lonely at all.
There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more, to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes, or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness!
I remember an hour when I was discouraged and ready to falter. For days I had been pegging away at a task which refused to get itself accomplished.
Calmness of mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom.
Lastly, work secures the rich reward of rest, we must rest to be able to work well, and work to be able to enjoy rest.
Work indeed, and hard work, if only it is in moderation, is in itself a rich source of happiness.
We all admit, though we often forget, the marvellous power of perseverance, and yet all Nature, down to Bruce's spider, is continually impressing this lesson on us.
If we have done our best to do, and to be, we can rest in peace.
Time spent in innocent and rational enjoyments, in healthy games, in social and family intercourse, is well and wisely spent.
Time indeed, is a sacred gift, and each day is a little life.
Nor can any work, however persevering, or any success, however great, exhaust the prizes of life.
It’s all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it’s not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?
It would be worth while to win, but she no longer thought life would be insupportable if she did not.
Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.
It is an excellent plan to have some place where we can go to be quiet, when things vex or grieve us.
She felt comforted at once by the sympathy and confidence given her.
Have regular hours for work and play, make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well.
I’ve been trying to cure it for forty years, and have only succeeded in controlling it. I am angry nearly every day of my life, Jo, but I have learned not to show it, and I still hope to learn not to feel it, though it may take me another forty years to do so.
Self care is being honest with yourself about your negative habits. It's taking ownership of your faults and growing from them. It's diverting from negative space to positive one. It's creating balance. It's watering your own garden. It's being gentle but honest with yourself.
Life becomes better and days become lighter when you focus more on appreciating little things and less on big worries. At some point you realise that peace is more important than trying to please others. Genuine people, happy heart and good health are real luxuries.
Cast your burden on Yahweh and he will sustain you. He will never allow the righteous to be moved.
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