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Love, Peter. On your wedding anniversary, Valentine's Day, your wife or partner's birthday or just any day, these quotes will help you to express your gratitude and how much she means to you. Even though it can be really hard, my wife has hung in there with me; we confess to each other, we forgive each other, and sometimes we have to learn to forget what each other did. I write one every day to my Bill Bresnan has written a love letter to his wife every day for the last 38 years. Love my pastor's wife so much. It is for that someone special These words that I do pen, To thank her for always being My wife and my best friend.
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Peter contacted me last week wondering how to start a letter to his ex-wife to tell her that he was dying and to express what their relationship had meant to him. If you think that your love is way more precious than just another cheesy card message on one day in the full year, surprise your wife by leaving a cute thank you note in her wardrobe. I am often asked why we celebrate our Anniversary the way we typically do though this year for the first time in our history we did not have a formal celebration service and why we do not have Pastor and Wife Appreciation services. This is a letter I wrote to my Mom several years ago when my sisters and I put together a "book of gratitude" to our parents as a Christmas gift.
Pastor's wife appreciation poems would also be right at home there. She honestly is doing a good job with them. Letter of appreciation to an employer. One more year has to be celebrated, and even more because it is about you. I thank God for keeping you alive and healthy for us to be able to keep on sharing beautiful moments together. Miles: From day one you have been my support system and my greatest fan.
Being the man It was your faith in me and in my abilities that actually gave me the nerve to apply for it. Here are sample appreciation wordings for wife which you can use at any given time of the year. You were, as always, understanding and forgiving of my knuckleheadedness. These personal letters allow you to express your feelings to your wife in a romantic way. For all of this, I am grateful and hope that you will remain by my side until the end of time. To my Love: Where to even begin? I am writing to you today to remind you of how much I love you.
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And who but I should be the poet of comrades? States must be their religion; Otherwise there is no real and permanent grandeur; Nor character, nor life worthy the name, without religion; Nor land, nor man or woman, without religion. These ostensible realities, politics, points? Your ambition or business, whatever it may be?
Land of wheat, beef, pork! Land of wool and hemp! Land of the apple and the grape! Land of the pastoral plains, the grass-fields of the world! Land of those sweet-aired interminable plateaus! Land of the herd, the garden, the healthy house of. Lands where the northwest Columbia winds, and where. Land of the eastern Chesapeake! Land of the Delaware! Land of Ontario, Erie, Huron, Michigan! Land of the Old Thirteen! Massachusetts land! Land of the ocean shores!
Land of sierras and peaks! Land of boatmen and sailors! Inextricable lands! The side by side!
Far-breathed land! The Pennsylvanian! O I at any rate include you all with perfect love! I cannot be discharged from you—not from one, any. Must not Nature be persuaded many times? States I harbinge, glad and sublime; And for the Past, I pronounce what the air holds of the.
Walla; Leaving such to the States, they melt, they depart,. Presidents, emerge, dressed in working dresses; See, lounging through the shops and fields of the States. Read the hints. O to haste, firm holding—to haste, haste on, with me. Alabama and Texas! Always the vast slope drained by the Southern Sea—. Always the conti-. Always the prairies, pastures, forests, vast cities, travellers,. Canada, the snows; Always these compact lands—lands tied at the hips with. On interior rivers, by night, in the glare of pine knots,.
On solid land, what is done in cities, as the bells strike. On rivers, boatmen safely moored at night-fall, in their. The scout riding on horseback over the plains west of the. Mississippi—he ascends a knoll and sweeps his eye. California life—the miner, bearded, dressed in his rude. Encircling all, vast-darting up and wide, the American. States—reminiscences, all institutions, All these States, compact—Every square mile of these.
States without excepting a particle—you also—me. Me pleased, rambling in lanes and country fields, Pauma-. The athletic American matron speaking in public to crowds. O lands! O all so dear to me—what you are, whatever. Southward there, I screaming, with wings slow flapping,. And I triumphantly twittering; The migrating flock of wild geese alighting in autumn to. Whoever you are! How can I but, as here, chanting, invite you for yourself. It is not in those paged fables in the libraries, them I.
I see men marching and countermarching by swift millions! I see the frontiers and boundaries of the old aristocracies. Lo, how he urges and urges, leaving the masses no rest; His daring foot is on land and sea everywhere—he colonizes. Are all nations communing? Is humanity forming en masse? Years prophetical! Your dreams, O years, how they penetrate through me! I know not whether I sleep or wake! The performed America and Europe grow dim, retiring in. But I see the athletes—and I see the results glorious and.
Were I as the head teacher, charitable proprietor, wise. Were I to you as the boss employing and paying you,. If you carouse at the table, I carouse at the opposite side. I do not know what it is, except that it is grand, and that. Have you reckoned them for a trade, or farm-work? Or to achieve yourself a position? Or men and women that they might be written of, and. Or the attraction of gravity, and the great laws and har-. Or the brown land and the blue sea for maps and charts?
Or that the growth of seeds is for agricultural tables, or. Will we rate our cash and business high? The most renowned poems would be ashes, orations and. Does all sit there with you, with the mystic, unseen soul? In that and them the heft of the heaviest—in them far. Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown! Resting the grass amid and upon, To be leaned, and to lean on. Willamette, The slow progress, the scant fare, the axe, rifle, saddle-.
Or hotels of granite and iron? Where are your jibes of being now? Where are your cavils about the Soul now? The centuries, and all authority, to be trod under the. Seas, and in many a bay and by-place, The live-oak kelsons, the pine planks, the spars, the hack-. What rivers are these? What are the mountains called that rise so high in the.
What myriads of dwellings are they, filled with dwellers? Stretched in due time within me the midnight sun just. Mannahatta; I hear the stevedores unlading the cargoes, and singing; I hear the screams of the water-fowl of solitary north-. I hear the sibilant whisk of thongs through the air; I hear the Hebrew reading his records and psalms; I hear the rhythmic myths of the Greeks, and the strong.
Bay; Others pass the straits of Dover—others enter the Wash—. Burampooter and Cambodia: Others wait at the wharves of Manhattan, steamed up,. Persia, and that of India; I see the falling of the Ganges over the high rim of. South Pacific and the North Atlantic; I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys, of Switzerland—. Petersburg, Berlin, Con-. Ashantee-man in their huts; I see the Turk smoking opium in Aleppo; I see the picturesque crowds at the fairs of Khiva, and. You dim-descended, black, divine-souled African, large,.
You Norwegian! You Spaniard of Spain! You Frenchwoman and Frenchman of France! You Belge! You sturdy Austrian! You neighbour of the Danube! You working-man of the Rhine, the Elbe, or the Weser! You Sardinian! You citizen of Prague! You lithe matador in the arena at Seville!
You mountaineer living lawlessly on the Taurus or. You Bokh horse-herd, watching your mares and stallions. You Chinaman and Chinawoman of China! You women of the earth subordinated at your tasks! You Jew journeying in your old age through every risk,. You other Jews waiting in all lands for your Messiah! You thoughtful Armenian, pondering by some stream of. You foot-worn pilgrim welcoming the far-away sparkle of. You sheiks along the stretch from Suez to Babelmandeb,. You olive-grower tending your fruit on fields of Nazareth,. Damascus, or lake Tiberias!
You Thibet trader on the wide inland, or bargaining in. You Japanese man or woman! Ceylon, Sumatra, Borneo! All you continentals of Asia, Africa, Europe, Australia,. All you on the numberless islands of the archipelagoes of. And you of centuries hence, when you listen to.
Health to you! Good will to you all—from me and. You owned persons, dropping sweat-drops or blood-. You human forms with the fathomless ever-impressive. I dare not refuse you—the scope of the world, and of time. You low expiring aborigines of the hills of Utah, Oregon,. You Caffre, Berber, Soudanese!
You haggard, uncouth, untutored Bedowee! You plague-swarms in Madras, Nankin, Kaubul, Cairo! You bather bathing in the Ganges! You benighted roamer of Amazonia! You peon of Mexico! I do not prefer others so very much before you either; I do not say one word against you, away back there,.
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Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from. Paradise so long? Were the centuries steadily footing it that way, all the. They are justified—they are accomplished—they shall. Way for the Federal foot and dragoons—and the appari-. The old graveyards of the hills have hurried to see! Cocked hats of mothy mould!
Arms in slings! Does the ague convulse your limbs? Do you mistake. Is this hour with the living too dead for you? Could I wish humanity different?
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Could I wish the people made of wood and stone? Or that there be no justice in destiny or time? O I hear already the bustle of instruments—they will. O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis! O truer. How you sprang! Manhattan arming. How I love them! The blood of the city up—armed! All the mutter of preparation—all the determined arming; The hospital service—the lint, bandages and medicines; The women volunteering for nurses—the work begun for,. Often in peace and wealth you were pensive, or covertly.
Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk, lisping. Indiana, Rapidly crossing the West with springy gait, and descending. Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devoured what. Niagara pouring; I traveled the prairies over, and slept on their breast—I. Heard the continuous thunder, as it bellowed after the. Now we advance our latent and ampler hunger to fill; Now we go forth to receive what the earth and the sea. What, to pavements and homesteads here—what were. What, to passions I witness around me to-day, was the.
Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black. How it climbs with daring feet and hands! How the true thunder bellows after the lightning! Yet a mournful wail and low sob I fancied I heard through. And do you rise higher than ever yet, O days, O cities! Crash heavier, heavier yet, O storms! America rise; Hence I will seek no more the food of the northern solitary.
Would the talkers be talking? Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before. Then rattle quicker, heavier, drums—you bugles wilder. And what does it say to me all the while? How envied by all the earth! I hear the drums beat, and the trumpets blowing; I myself move abroad, swift-rising, flying then; I use the wings of the land-bird, and use the wings of the.
No longer let our children deem us riches and peace. Not now are we any one of these spacious and haughty States,. With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death? Not houses of peace are you, nor any nor all their pros-. Not an hour, unless you,. O pennant! So loved! O you banner, leading the day, with stars. Valueless, object of eyes, over all and demanding all—O. I too leave the rest—great as it is, it is nothing—houses,. O banner so broad,. City of wharves and stores! Proud and passionate city! Spring up, O city! Fear not!
Behold me! I have rejected nothing you offered me—whom you. One look I but gave, which your dear eyes returned with. Then onward I sped in the battle, the even-contested. Long there and then in vigil I stood, dimly around me. But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh—Long,. O to hear the tramp, tramp, of a million answering men! O the ships they arm with joy! O to see you leap and beckon from the tall masts of. O to see you peering down on the sailors on the decks! Flag like the eyes of women. We come to an open space in the woods, and halt by the. Who are you my dear comrade? Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet blooming?
Yet this sign left On a tablet scrawled and nailed on the tree by the grave,. Yet at times through changeful season and scene, abrupt,. What stays with you latest and deepest? Soldier alert I arrive, after a long march, covered with. Bearing the bandages, water and sponge, Straight and swift to my wounded I go, Where they lie on the ground, after the battle brought in; Where their priceless blood reddens the grass, the ground; Or to the rows of the hospital tent, or under the roofed.
I never. In mercy come quickly. Smell you the buckwheat, where the bees were lately. All swims before her eyes—flashes with black—she catches. But now of their faces and. The engagement opens there and then, in my busy brain. I hear the sounds of the different missiles—the short. All the scenes at the batteries rise in detail. I should never tire; Give me a perfect child—give me, away, aside from the. O Nature, your primal sanities! Give me interminable eyes! Let me see new ones every day! Give me such shows! Give me Broadway, with the soldiers marching—give me. The soldiers in companies or regiments—some starting.
O such for me! O an intense life! O full to repletion,. The life of the theatre, bar-room, huge hotel, for me! The saloon of the steamer, the crowded excursion, for me! The dense brigade, bound for the war, with high piled. O years and graves! O air and soil! O my dead, an aroma. Exhale them perennial, sweet death, years, centuries.
THE last sunbeam Lightly falls from the finished Sabbath On the pavement here—and there beyond, it is looking. Up from the east, the silvery round moon; Beautiful over the house-tops, ghastly, phantom moon;. I hear the great drums pounding, And the small drums steady whirring; And every blow of the great convulsive drums. For the son is brought with the father; In the foremost ranks of the fierce assault they fell; Two veterans, son and father, dropped together,.
O strong dead-march, you please me! O moon immense, with your silvery face you soothe me! O my soldiers twain! O my veterans, passing to burial! The moon gives you light, And the bugles and the drums give you music; And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans,. I see, behind each mask, that wonder, a kindred soul. O the bullet could never kill what you really are, dear. My handsome, tan-faced horsemen!
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Phantoms, welcome, divine and tender! Invisible to the rest, henceforth become my companions; Follow me ever! Spirit of many a solemn day, and many a savage scene! Electric spirit! That with muttering voice, through the years now closed,. Leave me your pulses of rage! Let them scorch and blister out of my chants, when you are. For my enemy is dead—a man divine as myself is dead. I draw near; I bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face. Love is in the air!
Often, a great love quote or a few lines of dialogue or song lyrics can help you express yourself more eloquently. Great love quotes can help put your feelings into words. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. First was with you and the second was with the person you became when you were already mine. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
Need some special words for your lady love? Up your game with these love quotes for her that are perfect to use on special occasions. Major bonus points the unexpected love note! It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes.
And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.
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And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. And to always know in the deepest part of my soul that no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find our way back to each other.