Photo of cats, travel, flowers
Oh, the comfort – the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts, nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them – keep what is worth keeping – and with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
George Eliot.
No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love.
For love comes more naturally to the human heart than it’s opposite.
Nelson Mandela.
Rain at last! It will take a lot more rain before the drought is broken – but it’s a start.
Dorothea Mackeller, in her poem, “I love a sunburnt country”, describes it so beautifully, in the fourth verse:
Core of my country. Her pitiless blue sky
when sick at heart around us, we see the cattle die.
But then the grey clouds gather, and we can bless again
The drumming of an army
The Steady, Soaking Rain.
Loving someone who doesn’t love you, is like waiting for a ship at the airport.
Find a heart that will love you at your worst, and arms that will hold you at your weakest.
There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life:
Music and Cats.
This museum has been constructed, not for the maintenance of the hatred among human beings, but to warn and teach us the lesson of how horrible war is.
May peace always conquer violence.
Leaflet at the museum at the site of the bridge over the River Kwai.
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
