-Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

Sunday, January 13, 2013


Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

Percy Bysshe Shelley was one of the great Romantics. His touch with meter and rhyme was exquisite, particularly in the poem above, where the sounds of the words match the softness and sadness of the meditation on love so wonderfully well.

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