Friendly Strangers

I like the simple friendliness
Of Strangers on the street,
Who have the grace to say 'Hello'
To anyone they meet.

Who never hesitate to smile,
And lend a helping hand,
Or listen to a tale of woe
And try to understand.

Who give direction if they can,
And when the rain comes down,
Will share their own umbrella
With other folks in town.

I always like the strangers
who display their pleasant smiles,
To ease the burdens of this life
and lighten weary miles.

I like their simple friendliness
Wherever they may go,
Because they are polite and kind
To those they do not know.

-- James J. Metcalde.

"Daffodils" (1804)

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.


By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And there is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill and there is a river,
Each a glimpse and gone forever!

Heart Breaks...

Have you ever just been sitting there minding your own business when you hear that sad song come on the radio & you start to cry & you just cant stop because at that moment, all you want to do is tell him how you feel & just hope he understands

Dear Girl, I think its time for you to just let go of him. He has hurt you and me too much. Just let the memories fade. It's time to leave him behind. I know it will be hard, but it's for the best, trust me. Just keep trying... Love always, Your Heart

Of course we’ll meet new people & fall in Love again, of course we’re gonna hate each other sometimes & seek ways to hurt each other. . But we'll ALWAYS HAVE A HISTORY THAT WONT LET US FORGET ABOUT EACH OTHER no matter how much we want too

Of course, you're going to get your heart broken. And it isn't just going to happen once, but a lot. That's just part of growing up, and it makes you stronger. Then you can handle it better next time. You may not get through it yourself, but your friends will help you through it. And you'll be a stronger person because of it. Then one day someone will come along, and it'll all pay off and no one will ever break your heart again.

I didn't ask for it to be over, but then again, I didn't ask for it to begin.
For that's the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets.

Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow; we must fail in order to know.
Sometimes our vision only clears after our eyes are washed away with tears.

Sometimes all you need is a broken heart to realize that something even better is right in front of our eyes, just waiting to be found.

Sometimes it's better to be alone. No one can hurt you that way.

Sometime you just have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears and say good-bye.