Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Thought

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently then ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief, deep contrition, and unspeakable love.

~Washington Irving~

8 comments:

Sky said...

like your template!

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Dear Sky, thank you - a picture of my old woods. Wishes of a good day sent you.

Sharon said...

Tears often come when something touches me so deeply that words will not suffice.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Sharon - we are identical :)

MsGraysea said...

Beautiful, and I do relate to tears rising for so many reasons. I will now experience them a bit differently. As always, Ernestine, you are able to touch our souls.
Thank you!

Balisha said...

Love that big picture of your woods. We women, for the most part, are sentimental souls.I used to hide my feelings, but not anymore.
Balisha

Beverly said...

Oh, yes....I know I will shed many tears on my last day with the babies....

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Balisha, like you - I do not hide my feelings like in the past.
Beverly - in my heart - I understand what that day will be like. Marcia, as always thank you for your kind comment.