I asked for strength, and God gave me difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for wisdom, and He gave me problems to solve.
I asked for prosperity, and I was given a brain and energy to work.
I asked for courage, and God gave me danger to overcome.
I asked for love, and I was given troubled people to help.
I asked for favors, and God gave me opportunities
I received nothing I wanted, but everything I needed.
unknown (via lovelettersalways)
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Dead Poets Society (1989)