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Words of Wisdom

—Nature and wisdom never are at strife.

—It is easier to be wise for others than for ourselves.
Francois De La Rochefoucauld

—The art of being wise is knowing what to overlook.
William James

—The first step in the acquisition of wisdom is silence, the second listening, the third memory, the fourth practice, the fifth teaching others.
Solomon Ibn Gabriol

—Years teach us more than books.
Berthold Auerbach

—The wisdom of nations lies in their proverbs, which are brief and pithy.
William Penn

—A wise man learns by the mistakes of others, a fool by his own.
Latin Proverb

—Silence does not always mark wisdom.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

—No man was ever wise by chance.

—The seat of knowledge is in the head, of wisdom, in the heart.
William Hazlitt

—Of all parts of wisdom the practice is the best.
John Tillotson

—The more a man knows, the more he forgives.
Catherine the Great

—A loving heart is the truest wisdom.
Charles Dickens

—One who understands much displays a greater simplicity of character than one who understands little.
Alexander Chase

—How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

—On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows,

In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
Edward Young

—The man of wisdom is never of two minds;

the man of benevolence never worries;

the man of courage is never afraid.



A Beautiful Heart…

Posted: May 10, 2008 in Love
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The more hurt and pain you have gone thru in life, the stronger and more

beautiful your heart will be…..

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces missing.

The people stared. How can he say his heart is more beautiful?? they thought. The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”

“Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love – I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges – giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.

The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his.

They embraced and walked away side by side.