Today is better than Yesterday- it's Hope

HOPE IS THE THING THE FEATHERS  

Hope is the thing with feathers  

that perches in the soul  

And sings the tune without the words,  

And never stops at all. 

And sweetest in the gale is heard;  

And sore must be the storm  

That could abash the little bird  

That kept so many warm  

I've heard it in the chillest land,  

And on the strangest sea;  

Yet,never,in extremity,  

Quote of the day-Change your thoughts, to assist in making you think of any situation in different ways.

The people you will always remember are the one's who made you feel loved when you were at your lowest."(Brigitte Nicole)

Don't forget the one who Helped you. Don't hate the one who Loved you. Don’t Cheat the one who Believes you

It is amazing that some people in your life make you smile even though they are not around.

Who spoke before never separated, already scattered in the horizon.

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction．

It’s your place in the world; it’s your life. Go on and do all you can with it, and make it the life you want to live. (Mae Jemison)

You know my name, not my story.

Don't lose hope. You never know what tomorrow will bring

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.

Go to a small town full of sunflower, warm and peaceful, no sad, bloom of hope

The Wild Sunflower 

At early dawn, like soldiers in their places,

Rank upon rank the golden sunflowers stand;

Gazing toward the east with eager faces,

Waiting, until their god shall touch the land

To life and glory, longingly they wait,

Those voiceless watchers at the morning's gate.

Dawn's portals tremble silently apart;

Far to the east, across the dewy plain,

A glory kindles that in every heart

Finds answering warmth and kindles there again;

And rapture beams in every radiant face

Now softly glowing with supernal grace.

And all day long that silent worship lasts,

And as their god moves grandly down the west,

And every stem a lengthening shadow casts

Toward the east, ah, they love him best,

And watch till every lingering ray is gone,

Then slowly turn to greet another dawn.

~Albert Bigelow Paine~