Without even realizing the next day would be his birthday, last night I posted a quote from Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
This quote gives me life! I say this because in the past year, I have been tested many times. In each situation, I chose not to hate the person then and I don’t hate them now. I have no ill feelings toward them. I am now a firm believer of ‘People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person.’ With each experience I can determine what that person’s purpose is/was in my life. It’s so much easier that way. LOL!
As far as the quote, hate is too great a burden to bear. Sometimes you have to stop and ask yourself, is this really worth it? I’ve noticed since I have learned to let go of hate, life is way less stressful. You should try it. You will become a better you!
He’s no longer here, but everyday he still makes a difference in someone’s life! Happy Birthday Dr. King!
These are some sayings and quotes that I really like….enjoy! 🙂
-Don’t waste your time on someone who isn’t willing to waste their time on you
-Don’t try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to
-Live like there is no tomorrow, laugh like you did when you were little and love like you’ve never been hurt
-Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours
-Find arms that will hold you at your weakest, eyes that will see you at your ugliest, and a heart that will love you at your worst, then you have found true love
-I finally discovered that my greatest fear isn’t being alone, it’s being vulnerable
-Sometimes it’s best to forget what you feel and remember what you deserve
-I’m the kind of girl that laughs at her mistakes, so pardon me if I laugh in your face
-It’s not who you are that hold you back, it’s who you think you’re not
-Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind
-Your village called, they want their idiot back
–I don’t know what makes you so stupid but it really works
-I know you have a thing for me, but why is it so small and deformed?
-Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk
-When you lose, don’t lose the lesson
-Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly
-Remember the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other
-Sometimes I feel like a butterfly trapped in a cocoon wishing I could escape and spread my wings and fly away
-The worst way to miss someone is to have them sitting right next to you and know you can’t have them
To be continued…..
I received this via email a few years ago and it still makes make me chuckle. Enjoy 🙂
Apples & Wine
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take apples from the ground that aren’t as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they’re amazing! They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now men…men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it’s up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with
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Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God’s children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor’s lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
♥ You have 3 choices…you can give up, give in or give it your all♥
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ღdon’t make her wait just because you know she willღ
ღMaybe the truth is we hide to see who will look for us, we cry to see who will wipe our tears away and we get our hearts broken to see who cares enough to fix it again ღ
ღThere’s a point in your life when you get tired of trying to fix everything and trying to make everyone happy. When you finally decide to quit, it’s NOT giving up, it’s realizing you don’t need certain people and the bullshit they bring to your life ღ
ღ What’s better?! A lie that draws a smile or the truth that draws a tear?ღ
ღ LIfe’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways totally worn out shouting “Holy shit! What a ride!!”ღ
ღ Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friendღ
ღSometimes a girl just needs a boy to hold her hand ღ
ღThe only thing a girl shoud be chasing is vodkaღ
ღMen are like mascara, they run at the first sign of emotion ღ
ღ Jealousy is a terrible disease, get well soonღ
ღIt’s called thinking, you should try it sometimes ღ
ღ I think we met in a past life, you were an asshole then tooღ
ღ Some people are like slinkies, they’re really good for nothing but they still make you smile when you push them down a flight of stairsღ