Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost
They say of some temporal suffering, “No future bliss can make up for it,” not knowing that Heaven, once attained, will work backwards and turn even that agony into a glory.
— C.S. Lewis
how we waste our breath
whiling away our lives
weeping, wishing, wanting
to achieve the wholly unnecessary!
why?
when will we wise up?
it’s not all about us,
it’s about You, Hallelujah,
W…
and Halve me.
What we call temptation is not meant to make us sin; it is meant to enable us to conquer sin. It is not meant to make us bad, it is meant to make us good. It is not meant to weaken us, it is meant to make us emerge stronger and finer and purer for the ordeal. Temptation is not the penalty of being [human], temptation is the glory of being [human]. It is the test which comes to a [person] whom God wishes to use.
— William Barclay
At that very moment, time stopped, as it is wont to do when present, past, and future collide, when one’s existence ceases to be measured in days, hours, and minutes, but instead in the immeasurable quantity of life events.
— Pushing Daisies (Epilogue)
