Saturday, December 17, 2011


Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox ~


  1. Hi Katie! Hope this comment goes through, I've been having trouble lately!

    Your hair looks cute - I wish I had thicker hair, mine is so thin - yet my twin sisters is super thick - what gives?

    Enjoy your Sunday!

  2. ooooh solitude sounds divine.


  3. Wow. I needed to read this today. You must be in my brain or something.


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