Author of quotes: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Windmill Of The God
Very good.
The Windmill Of The God
Grinds slowly.
Slowly but surely
Goes the wheel.
Will peremel
Everything.

I'm tired of your strife,
I'm tired of your disputes
From the bloody fight,
From the prayers of the vendetta.
Your strength is only in the harmony,
And powerlessness - the disorder.
Primiritsya, o children!
Be brothers to each other!

Kind hearts are gardens, kind thoughts are roots, kind words are the flowers, kind deeds are fruit. Take care of your garden and protect it from weeds, fill it with the light of good words and good deeds.

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Great calls
Us to the great go
Footprints on the Sands of time left
The trail and our way
Footprints, that perhaps
For -
Lost and tired -
And be a conscience in them.

Trust no Future, Howe er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,- act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o erhead!
Do not mourn for the Past,
Do not dream about the Future,
Act only in the Present
And he only trust!

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Not the sadness not bliss
Life goal: she's calling
Us to labor, which vigorously
We must go forward.

The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.

We are all creators of their own fate, but dependent on time.

The love gives himself in the gift - buy it.

Perseverance is a very important element of success. If you spend enough time knocking on doors, you're sure someone will Wake me up.

I was burned by the heat of life, I get drenched under the showers of life, and it has been good for me.

No matter how cruel the destiny, no matter how he was abandoned and lonely, there will always be the heart but unknown to him, but open to respond to the call of his heart.

Don't talk about love, wasted! Love is never wasted; even if she did richer than the other person's heart, that its waters, returning back to its source, like a rain, fill it with freshness and coolness.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing; others judge us by what we have achieved.