10东营休闲中心 [道孚网友] The waterfall sings, '' I find my song, when I find my freedom.''
the stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
The Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
“I give my whole water in joy,“ sings the waterfall, '' though little of it is enough for the thirsty.''
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from tree, the tree gave it.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the word.
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky, The morning crowned it with splendour.
The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of his special favour.
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
The great walks with the small without fear. The middling keeps aloof.
'' The learned say that your lights will one day be no more.'' said the firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.
God loves man's lamp-lights better than his own great stars.
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.