Carol Berg famous quotes

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Memory has no power but what the soul chooses to make of it.
-- Carol Berg

#Memories #Soul
So what is this feadnach? Is it another curse that makes me beholden to slaves and shrews?' 'No, my lord. It is your heart. Difficult as it may be to comprehend, there is a possibility you may have one.
-- Carol Berg

#Heart #Shrews #May
Books don't prattle. Books don't make demands. Yet they give you everything they possess. It's a very satisfying partnership.
-- Carol Berg

#Book #Giving #Demand
A soldier never dies. His blood makes the grass green for his children.
-- Carol Berg

#Children #Blood #Soldier

I want people to remember me as a full on entertainer and a good person.
What is the subject matter of this apparently very personal world? It has been suggested that these shapes and images are underworld characters, the inhabitants of the vast common realm of memories that have gone down below the level of conscious control. It may be they are. The degree of emotional involvement and the amount of free association with the material being photographed would point in that direction.
I want to have the memories of my time with you to keep me warm.
I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours, to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom.
The soul of the slave, the soul of the "little man," is as dear to me as the soul of the great.
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
Even when reading is impossible, the presence of books acquired (by passionate devotion to them) produces such an ecstasy that the buying of more books than one can peradventure read is nothing less than the soul reaching towards infinity ... we cherish books even if unread, their mere presence exudes comfort, their ready access, reassurance.
I don't know of a soul who packed more living into 72 years than Charles Lindbergh did.
I held his gaze. I could see the storm in his eyes. I knew he was confused. I could see the fear. Then there was the love. I saw it. The fierceness in his eyes. I believed it. I could see it clearly. But it was too late now. The love wasn't enough. Everyone always said that love was enough. It wasn't. Not when your soul was shattered.
When a soul is created, so is its mate. In every lifetime those souls find each other. They complete the other's destiny.

Carol Berg famous quotes

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