“Even in times of trauma, we try to maintain a sense of normality until we no longer can. That, my friends, is called surviving. Not healing. We never become whole again … we are survivors. If you are here today… you are a survivor. But those of us who have made it thru hell and are still standing? We bare a different name: warriors.”
My journey took me over Mountains and streams, through valleys and lands so unknown. It was the one I sought, whose eyes blaze with passion, hair that shines in the moon, a heart so pure and a soul so deep.
“Before we can forgive one another, we have to understand one another.” ―
As well as earning the title of the Forces Sweetheart during WW2, Vera Lynn devoted much time and energy to charity work connected with ex-servicemen, disabled children and breast cancer. She was held in great affection by Second World War veterans and in 2000 was named the Briton who best exemplified the spirit of the 20th century. Vera Lynn passed away today at the. age of 103. Vera’s music will live forever as will her memory.
Any order that can be misunderstood has been misunderstood.
“I had already found that it was not good to be alone, and so made companionship with what there was around me, sometimes with the universe and sometimes with my own insignificant self, but my camera’s and books were always my friends, let fail all else except the love I have for another.”
“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
“You just can’t beat the person who won’t give up.” ―Babe Ruth
There is something to a city at night. There is an underlying feeling of wonder, almost like it provides a blanket under which you can wrap yourself. There is a life different from that which one can see and feel during the day. At night the city comes alive, out from the corners it comes, the sounds and smells are different, the people without the concern of day come out of themselves.