joyeaux noel...
 

"Don't let your pride become inflitated - you may have to swallow it someday." - Author Unknown

"Temper is what gets most of us in trouble, pride is what keeps us there." Author Unknown

"Following your passion is the best way to lead a fruitful life.(f)
Jeffrey Benjamin

"A 'No' uttered from deepest conviction is better and greater than a 'Yes' merely uttered to please, or what is worse, to avoid trouble."

~Mahatma Gandhi

"I was thought to be 'stuck up.' I wasn't. I was just sure of myself. This is and always has been an unforgivable quality to the unsure."

~Bette Davis

I orchestrate my mornings to the tune of coffee. ~Terri Guillemets

It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. ~Johann Schiller

tims coffee? :D

"home is where the heart is"

i love this.....and this one...

Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~Elizabeth Stone

YES!!!!! I am addicted to Tims... and I blame you...

...as you wish *winks*

"Hope smiles on the threshold of the year to come, whispering that it will be happier." - Alfred Lord Tennyson

Stars - Emily Bronte
 

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored our Earth to joy,
Have you departed, every one,
And left a desert sky?

All through the night, your glorious eyes
Were gazing down in mine,
And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,
I blessed that watch divine.

I was at peace, and drank your beams
As they were life to me;
And revelled in my changeful dreams,
Like petrel on the sea.

Thought followed thought, star followed star
Through boundless regions on;
While one sweet influence, near and far,
Thrilled through, and proved us one!

Why did the morning dawn to break
So great, so pure a spell;
And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek,
Where your cool radiance fell?

Blood-red, he rose, and arrow-straight,
His fierce beams struck my brow;
The soul of nature sprang, elate,
But mine sank sad and low.

My lids closed down, yet through their veil
I saw him, blazinig, still,
And steep in gold the misty dale,
And flash upon the hill.

I turned me to the pillow, then,
To call back night, and see
Your words of solemn light, again,
Throb with my heart, and me!

It would not do - the pillow glowed,
And glowed both roof and floor;
And birds sang loudly in the wood,
And fresh winds shook the door;

The curtains waved, the wakened flies
Were murmuring round my room,
Imprisoned there, till I should rise,
And give them leave to roam.

O stars, and dreams, and gentle night;
O night and stars, return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn;

That drains the blood of suffering men;
Drinks tears, instead of dew;
Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
And only wake with you!

"Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. If you love me, I am always in your heart. If you hate me, I am always in your mind." -William Shakespeare

"Maybe you don’t think that it’s possible for someone to love you without conditions, but I do.” - the l word

"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be." -Lao Tzu