Blog (Love)

Blog Title: Love

Blogger Name: Kokil

Blog: Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Man has subdued bodies, but all the power on earth has been unable to subdue love. Man has conquered whole nations, but all his armies could not conquer love. Man has chained and fettered the spirit, but he has been utterly helpless before love.Thus love has the magic power to make of a beggar a king. Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere. Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and the Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody, for Music is the voice of Love. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of the wondrous flower -- the heart and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven and we are gods.

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Date/Time: 2009-03-13 02:38:55 PDT
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The Last Day

Everyone seems to think yesterday was better than today. I don't think it was, and I would advise you not to wait ten years before admitting today was great. If you are still talking about what you did yesterday, you haven't done much today. The past is a good place to visit, but we shouldn't want to live there. "Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better. when one door closes another door opens; but our problem is that we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us. Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense. We should leave to live with our pasts and should respect and admire our present. If we can do this then we can be out from dead past........ and live our life......... forget ...... The Last Day.

Love - A Magic

Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Man has subdued bodies, but all the power on earth has been unable to subdue love. Man has conquered whole nations, but all his armies could not conquer love. Man has chained and fettered the spirit, but he has been utterly helpless before love.Thus love has the magic power to make of a beggar a king. Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere. Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and the Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody, for Music is the voice of Love. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of the wondrous flower -- the heart and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven and we are gods.