"Love is the very essence of life. It is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Yet it is not found only there. Love is at the beginning also, and from it springs the beauty that arches across the sky on a stormy day. Love is the security for which children weep, the yearning of youth, the adhesive that binds marriage, the peace of old age, the sunlight of hope .. "
Gordon B. Hinckley
Showing posts with label Peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peace. Show all posts
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Kirsten Dewar
Madiba Magic
In celebration of 20 years of freedom ...
Nelson Rolihlahla Dalibhunga Mandela.
Warrior, statesman, freedom fighter, Nobel Prize winner, Africa’s most celebrated, yet most humble son. How much do we via to wear, be associated, claim your“ 46664”.
How little did your captors realise, all those years ago, that the prison number they gave you, to rob you of your identity, to hurt, belittle and humble you, would one day be synonymous - across the world - with liberty, justice, and freedom, the catalyst for a nation so unique, so diverse, so blessed, that no rainbow, no matter how majestic, would ever even attempt to rival it.
You, who have transcended age, colour, gender, race and nationality – have taught us, through your example, to choose reconciliation; flatten our spears into plough shares; share one another's burdens, and cherish and value humanity - in all its shapes and sizes and colours. You inspire us like no other. Indeed, just as you once said that talking to a man in a language he understands, goes to his head, but talking to him in his language, goes to his heart - Tata mkulu, Madiba, father, we love you, respect you, and have heard you - you have indeed, gone to our hearts.
(c) 2008 all rights reserved.
In celebration of 20 years of freedom ...
Nelson Rolihlahla Dalibhunga Mandela.
Warrior, statesman, freedom fighter, Nobel Prize winner, Africa’s most celebrated, yet most humble son. How much do we via to wear, be associated, claim your“ 46664”.
How little did your captors realise, all those years ago, that the prison number they gave you, to rob you of your identity, to hurt, belittle and humble you, would one day be synonymous - across the world - with liberty, justice, and freedom, the catalyst for a nation so unique, so diverse, so blessed, that no rainbow, no matter how majestic, would ever even attempt to rival it.
You, who have transcended age, colour, gender, race and nationality – have taught us, through your example, to choose reconciliation; flatten our spears into plough shares; share one another's burdens, and cherish and value humanity - in all its shapes and sizes and colours. You inspire us like no other. Indeed, just as you once said that talking to a man in a language he understands, goes to his head, but talking to him in his language, goes to his heart - Tata mkulu, Madiba, father, we love you, respect you, and have heard you - you have indeed, gone to our hearts.
(c) 2008 all rights reserved.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Joss Whedon
"Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping ... waiting ... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir ... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us ... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love ... the clarity of hatred ... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead."
Joss Whedon
Joss Whedon
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