T.R. Graves

“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
― Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

“Forgive me, Lord, if ever I should wrap myself
in pharisiac robes when I see another fall
In no way am I greater
because of another’s weakness.
At the most it only turns the eyes
of the crowd away from my own frailty.
Few of us would ever think of hurting someone
physically
but too many times we have used the power
of "talk" to kill.
Here, Lord, take these stones I hold.”
― Glenna Oldham

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss