June 1, 2014

Sunday Quote




And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly.  Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration.  Our sense, restored, never to be then same, whisper to us. They existed.  They existed.  We can be.  Be and be better.  For they existed.

 - Maya Angelou
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3 comments:

  1. nanJune 1, 2014 at 9:36 PM

    Perfect. Thank you. I posted this link to my favorite recitation of And Still I Rise over on Facebook. Enjoy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqOqo50LSZ0

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  2. Susan MoorheadJune 5, 2014 at 8:07 PM

    Thanks, Nan!

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  3. NanJune 14, 2014 at 12:43 AM

    this is just so wonderful. thank you.

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