To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.— Thomas Campbell
The most unbelievable Thomas Campbell quotes that are simple and will have a huge impact on you
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
To bear is to conquer our fate.
Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
To live in the hearts of others is not to die
An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write;
but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.
The being level speaks the language of art, music, color shape and pattern directly -- a language that requires no words -- is not limited by words -- nor does it have the specificity of words and thus cannot be broken onto parts that can be manipulated or analyzed by the intellect. It must be swallowed, whole not parsed, sorted and justified.
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.
How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at Love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there's no untying!
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
Fundamental assumptions in general and scientific assumptions in particular are so hard to overturn because they are based on belief. Beliefs are so hard to overcome because they are irrational and therefore do not yield to logical argument.
What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between.
Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.
Coming events cast their shadows before.
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,And coming events cast their shadows before.
O Star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, to waft us home the message of despair?
One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.
Our purpose is to grow up and become love
Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,Whose truths electrify the sage.
the soul of conversation is sympathy
Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas;
Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
Tomorrow let us do or die!
Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.
A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.
Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.
What millions died that Caesar might be great!
Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.
Ye are brothers, ye are men, and we conquer but to save.
The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.
And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.
The only thing that is fundamental (real) is consciousness itself;
all else is virtual- i.e., a result of an exchange of information within consciousness.
Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.
On Linden, when the sun was low,All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,And dark as winter was the flowOf Iser, rolling rapidly.
The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.
Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.
The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.
I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree.
Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.