We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest: Lives in one hour more than in years do some Whose fat blood sleeps as it slips along their veins. Life’s but a means unto an end; that end, Beginning, mean, and end to all things—God. The dead have all the glory of the world. Philip James Bailey **Painting: Anna Pavlova by Sir John Lavery
Gorgeous painting, wonderful poem.
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Why is it so difficult to keep the sentiment in mind, I wonder.
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Yes, I love both the painting and the poem also. Thanks Adrienne!
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Have a joyful day, Carla!
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Uplifting! thank you
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Important to remember – Thank you! 💜💜
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You’re welcome, Kate!
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