*~Tammy~*:
~To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.~
*~Tammy~*:
Tease--v. teased, teas·ing, teas·es 1. the act of harassing someone maliciously (especially by ridicule); provoking someone with persistent annoyances
*~Tammy~*:
~I believe in God as I believe that the sun has risen--not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else~
*~Tammy~*:
~Who will tell whether the joy of walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies~
*~Tammy~*:
~There are moments on most days when I feel a deep and sincere gratitude, when I sit at the open window, and there is a blue sky and sunshine~
*~Tammy~*:
~Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend.~
*~Tammy~*:
~What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves~
*~Tammy~*:
~Animals give me more pleasure through the viewfinder of a camera than they ever could in the crosshairs of a gunsight. And after I've finished shooting, my unharmed victims are still around for others to enjoy~
*~Tammy~*:
~Faith sees a beautiful blossom in a bulb, a lovely garden in a seed, and a giant oak in an acorn~
*~Tammy~*:
~There is that smaller world which is the stage, and that larger stage which is the world~
*~Tammy~*:
~We hope that, when the insects take over the world, they will remember with gratitude how we took them along on all our picnics~
*~Tammy~*:
~A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken~
*~Tammy~*:
~One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains~
*~Tammy~*:
~Then followed that beautiful season, Summer. Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light, and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood~
*~Tammy~*:
~Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life~
*~Tammy~*:
~Back on its golden hinges, The gate of Memory swings, And my heart goes into the garden, And walks with the olden things~
*~Tammy~*:
~Nightfall does not come all at once, there's a twilight where everything remains seemingly unchanged. It is in such twilight that we must be aware of change in the air, lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness~