Quotes from Joan Walsh Anglund

The best way to help yourself is to help someone else.

Influence: What you think you have until you try to use it.

Do not be sad that you have suffered, be glad that you have lived.

A small speckled visitor Wearing a crimson cape Brighter than a cherry Smaller than a grape A polka-dotted someone Walking on my wall A black-hooded lady In a scarlet shawl.

Friendships begin because, even without words, we understand how someone feels.

A bird doesn't sing because he has an answer-he sings because he has a song.

Do not be sad that you have suffered, be glad that you have lived.

Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead... but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms... and laugh away the years that came between.

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. Often attributed to Maya Angelou in error.

My arms are empty without you! My heart cries out, lonely in the darkness, but you are not here. No tears shall bring you back into my arms again. My mothers love was not strong enough to keep you, but it is strong enough to follow and find you, though all the mists of Eternity should try to come between!

Self is that which dies... Spirit is that which lives... forever.

A bird does not sing because he has an answer. He sings because he has a song.

Adversity often activates a strength we did not know we had.

Like all good teachers, the world repeats her lesson. Over and over ...with wordless variety... She spells the name of Love.

A man's health can be judged by which he takes two at a time: pills or stairs.

Love comes quietly... / but you know when it is there.

Love comes quietly... but you know when it is there because suddenly... you are not alone anymore... and there is no sadness in you.

Color is something we see with our eyes, but love is something we see with our heart.

Life is in the living. Love is in the giving.

A poet wants only one small stone on which to carve his life.

Peace is the harvest of love as war is the fruit of hate.

A brook can be a friend in a special way. It talks to you with splashy gurgles. It cools your toes and lets you sit quietly beside it when you don't feel like speaking.

Friendship is like a rose. . . opening one petal at a time, only as it unfolds. . . day by day it reveals its true beauty.

Friendships begin because, even without words, we understand how someone feels.