Beautiful Thoughts and Quotes

  Hey there!  I hope that all ya'll (southern [grin]) experienced a jolly Christmas full of the magic that only comes about when families laugh together.
    Before I really dive into my post, I just want to warn you that the following thoughts and quotes will be rather random. :D  Some of them will be funny, thoughtful, or just plain witty.  However, I hope that, while you read this post, you will smile.  And who knows, maybe, just maybe, you will take something meaningful away from it.  So, without further ado, here's a few:

#1-  "All you need is 20 second of insane courage, and I promise you, something great will come of it." ~ Benjamin Mee from "We Bought a Zoo" 

#2- Have you thought about how cute it is when men attempt to tie bows?  Just try to imagine that.  It's like when they wear their mom's aprons and tie huge, complicated knots in the back instead of lovely bows.

#3- "The difference between the almost right word & the right word is really a large matter--it's the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning."~ Mark Twain

#4-  I want to respect people because of who they are inside, their character qualities, not because of their accomplishments or good looks.  

#5-  "Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear." ~Ambrose Redmoon

#6-  Isn't it cute how you can always tell whether your Dad or Mom makes the bed?  My dad does a pretty good job, considering that he's a guy, but..it just..looks different. (Grin)

#7-  My Father chose to save me.      

 

A Lesson Learned from Snow White

(Note to my merry followers: I found this poem a little while back and wanted to share it with you.  It really allows you see a different, but really thought provoking, side of Snow White.  Let me know what you think.  Also, this poem refers to some things (like how Snow White "woke up" and such) that isn't in the movie.  That's because this poem is based of off an older, and very different, version of  "Snow White".) P.S. Yes, I promise (maybe...[smirk]) that this is my last post that has to do with the story of "Snow White".                                                        Snow White to the Prince                                                                                          by Delia Sherman

I am beautiful you say, sublime, Black and crystal as a winter's night, With lips like rubies, cabochon, My eyes deep blue as sapphires. I cannot blame you for your praise: You took me for my beauty, after all; A jewel in a casket, still as death, A lovely effigy, a prince's prize, The fairest in the land. But you woke me, or your horses did, Stumbling as they bore me down the path, Shaking the poisoned apple from my throat. And now you say you love me, and would wed me For my beauty's sake. My cursed beauty. Will you hear now why I curse it? It should have been my mother's — it had been, Until I took it from her. I was fourteen, a flower newly blown, My mother's faithful shadow and her joy. I remember combing her hair one day, Playing for love her tire-woman's part, Folding her thick hair strand over strand Into an ebon braid, thick as my wrist, And pinned it round and round her head Into a living crown. I looked up from my handiwork and saw Our faces, hers and mine, caught in the mirror's eye. Twin white ovals like repeated moons Bright amid our midnight hair. Our eyes Like heaven's bowl; our lips like autumn berries. She frowned a little, lifted hand to throat. urned her head this way and then the other. Our eyes met in the glass. I saw what she had seen: her hair white-threaded, Her face and throat fine-lined, her eyes softened Like a mirror that clouds and cracks with age; While I was newly silvered, sharp and clear. I hid my eyes, but could not hide my knowledge. Forty may be fair; fourteen is fairer still. She smiled at my reflection, cold as glass, And then dismissed me thankless. Not long after the huntsman came, bearing A knife, a gun, a little box, to tell me My mother no longer loved me. He spared me, though, Unasked, because I was too beautiful to kill. And the seven little men whose house I kept that winter and the following year, They loved me for my beauty's sake, my beauty That cost me my mother's love. Do you think I did not know her, Ragged and gnarled and stooped like a wind-bent tree, Her basket full of combs and pins and laces? Of course I took her poisoned gifts. I wanted To feel her hands combing out my hair, To let her lace me up, to take an apple From her hand, a smile from her lips, As when I was a child.