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I read once that the Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos has a hundred words for Snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep.

& there are no words for that

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24th

Our freedom to celebrate everything that is good about our country is due to the dedication of the men and women of the Australian Defence Force, our returned veterans and all those who have worn our country's uniform. To all the men and women who have given their time, commitment or life, to protecting and fighting for our freedom. People of all creeds, colors and nations who have made the ultimate sacrifice to protect our country, family and friends. Thank you. Lest we forget.
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F.S.F

Things to worry about:

Worry about courage
Worry about Cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship
Worry about…

Things not to worry about:

Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions

Things to think about:

What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:

(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?

 

In a 1933 letter to his 11-year-old daughter Scottie, F. Scott Fitzgerald produced this poignant and wise list of things to worry, not worry, and think about – the best father’s advice since John Steinbeck’s letter to his son on falling in love and this beautiful letter to 16-year-old Jackson Pollock by his dad.
From F. Scott Fitzgerald: A Life in Letters.