___, we meet problems, life is ___(change). It becomes exciting and wonderful, just like the rain striking on other things. " The little monk seemed to understand. One thing is for sure-life is always going to make us meet unexpected problems. How to ___with them is our choice. ...
and a number of young girls came into the garden. The little mermaid swam out farther from the shore and placed herself between some high rocks that rose out of the water; then she covered her head and neck with the foam of the sea so that her little face might not be seen,...
I am blessed with two wonderful parents. I fully realize that many of my friends and acquaintances lost their parents years ago. Some never knew them at all. Some had abusive parents. Mine were and are the how and why of who I am. I have written before about the way in which Alzheime...
and a number of young girls came into the garden. The little mermaid swam out farther from the shore and placed herself between some high rocks that rose out of the water; then she covered her head and neck with the foam of the sea so that her little face might not be seen,...
another thought it better to make hers like the figure of a little mermaid; but that of the youngest was round like the sun, and contained flowers as red as his rays at sunset. She was a strange child, quiet and thoughtful; and while her sisters would be delighted with the wonderful th...
Many wonderful things did he see and hear, and much irreconcilable moral contradiction did he pass his life among; yet his equality of compassion was no more disturbed than the Divine Master's of all healing was. He went, like the rain, among the just and unjust, doing all the good he...
After a year had passed the King took to himself another wife. She was a beautiful woman, but proud andhaughty3, and she could not bear that anyone else should surpass her in beauty. She had a wonderful looking-glass, and when she stood in front of it and looked at herself in it, ...
This is the name given to the period which followed the collapse of the Roman empire when very few people could read or write and hardly anyone knew what was going on in the world. And because of this, they loved telling each other all sorts of weird and wonderful tales and were general...
As for my dear old friends – I couldn’t tell youhowthey best like their coffee, but we have drained many a cup accompanied by wonderful conversation and soul-fulfilling time spent together! And that leads me to the three cups I enjoyed this September Sunday morning. ...
It seemed quite fairylike to Jo, as she went up and down the walks, enjoying the blooming walls on either side, the soft light, the damp sweet air, and the wonderful vines and trees that hung about her, while her new friend cut the finest flowers till his hands were full. Then he ...