Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

My heart is like a singing bird.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, "Where? What?" and turn away.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

Silence is more musical than any song.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather To cheer one on the tedious way To fetch one if one goes astrayTo lift one if one totters down To strengthen whilst one stands.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

Love came down at Christmas Love all lovely Love Divine Love was born at Christmas Star and angels gave the sign.

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan earth stood hard as iron water like a stone snow had fallen snow on snow snow on snow in the bleak midwinter long ago.

Were there no God we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank.

Consider the lilies of the field whose bloom is brief: We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.

Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth, Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth, Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white, Love is like a lovely rose, the world’s delight. Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth, But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

You are not here merely to make a living. You are here in order to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget the errand.

I took Laura on a trip once where we followed the Immigrant Trail for about six hundred miles. She really learned a lesson. People forget too often how it was back then.

My biggest loss was the Olympics. I just can't forget losing. I never will.

Yes, but don't forget I also have the luxury of the worlds finest band when it gets lonely.

It's part of the calling to at least do a few songs in the show that give people some hope. There's so much hurt in this world and... music is such a great healing balm and a great way to forget your troubles.

Countries under foreign command quickly forget their history, their past, their tradition, their national symbols, their way of living, often their own literary language.

Forget the lottery. Bet on yourself instead.

Don't forget that the only two things people read in a story are the first and last sentences. Give them blood in the eye on the first one.

It makes me forget that I'm not going to be a major star and lead female in films whether it was 20 years ago, 10 years ago, five or in the future.

What kind of people do they think we are? Is it possible they do not realize that we shall never cease to persevere against them until they have been taught a lesson which they and the world will never forget?

Sometimes songwriters and singers forget that. They get a melody in their head and the notes will take precedence, so that they wind up forcing a word onto a melody. It doesn't ring true.

Seeking to forget makes exile all the longer; the secret of redemption lies in remembrance.

I think we typically, as Northerners, stereotype what the South is in so many negative ways. We kind of forget all the beautiful things that they contribute to make this country a country.

I must be careful not to get trapped in the past. That's why I tend to forget my songs.

When it's your chance to step up to the plate, just hit it out of the park, and everybody will forget about everything that came before.

I do not bring forgiveness with me, nor forgetfulness. The only ones who can forgive are dead; the living have no right to forget.

My focus is to forget the pain of life. Forget the pain, mock the pain, reduce it. And laugh.

I forget a book as soon as I finish writing it, which is not always a good thing.

Usually in a battle sequence when a bomb is going off, you forget you're acting.

Don't ever forget two things I'm going to tell you. One, don't believe everything that's written about you. Two, don't pick up too many checks.

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.

How quickly we forget God's great deliverances in our lives. How easily we take for granted the miracles he performed in our past.

And let us not forget the Social Security system. Recent studies show that undocumented workers sustain the Social Security system with a subsidy as much as $7 billion a year. Let me repeat that: $7 billion a year.

The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.