1. "Children" Years back here we were children and at the stage of running in gangs about the meadows-- here to this one, there to that one. Where we picked up violets on lucky days, you can now see cattle gadding about. I still remember hunching ankle deep in violets, squabbling over which bunches were fairest. Our childishness was obvious-- we ran dancing rounds, we wore new green wreaths. So time passes. Here we ran swilling strawberries from oak to pine through hedges, through turnstiles-- as long as day was burning down. Once a gardener rushed from an arbor: "O.K. now, children, run home." We came out in spots those yesterdays, when we stuffed on strawberries; it was just a childish game to us. Often we heard the herdsman hooing and warning us: "Children, the woods are alive with snakes." And one of the children breaking through the sharp grass, grew white and shouted, "Children, a snake ran in there. He got our pony. She'll never get well. I wish that snake would go to hell!" "Well"
- Quote by Robert Lowell
2. "Forgiveness is the only way to heal ourselves and to be free from the past. Without forgiveness, we remain tethered to the person who harmed us. We are bound to the chains of bitterness, tied together, trapped. Until we can forgive the person who harmed us, that person will hold the keys to our happiness, that person will be our jailor. When we forgive, we take back control of our own fate and our feelings. We become our own liberator."
- Quote by Desmond Tutu
3. "Time Off For Good Behavior Of course it stops. If you lie down In the dark, your heart unburdens itself As gladly as you, taking small comfort From what you manage to dream, not beating (Since you’re no longer there to listen) At the cage-bars of your breastbone. Why should it throb all night without you? All day, telling itself its time Is passing, passing away, it counted On you to be different, not the grudging And bloody-minded, skin-tight jailor Making his rounds, jangling his key-ring. But you did nothing new to persuade it Hearts must earn their keep in The Night To be pardoned someday, forgiven, even Given away for good to someone. So it waits for that moment when you fall Asleep, off-guard. Then it stops cold."
- David Wagoner, Landfall: Poems