LOVE QUOTES

 Goodbye doesn’t mean ending, it means you just have to let go the things that
had hurt you the most. Saying goodbye to the one you love is letting go another
way of saying I love you so
 Love is an Electrifying Art Running Through our Heart.
 Love isn’t about ideals.
 All that you are is all that I’ll ever need. – Ed Sheeran
 Love recognizes no barriers. – Maya Angelou
 I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
 You don’t marry someone you can live with, you marry someone you cannot live
without. – Betsy Farrell

POEM
1. Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor in fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

2. Trees by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

 But only God can make a tree.

FABLES

THE TOWN MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY MOUSE

A Town Mouse once visited a relative who lived in the country. For lunch
the Country Mouse served wheat stalks, roots, and acorns, with a dash
of cold water for drink. The Town Mouse ate very sparingly, nibbling a
little of this and a little of that, and by her manner making it very plain
that she ate the simple food only to be polite.

After the meal the friends had a long talk, or rather the Town Mouse
talked about her life in the city while the Country Mouse listened. They
then went to bed in a cozy nest in the hedgerow and slept in quiet and
comfort until morning. In her sleep the Country Mouse dreamed she was
a Town Mouse with all the luxuries and delights of city life that her friend
had described for her. So the next day when the Town Mouse asked the
Country Mouse to go home with her to the city, she gladly said yes.

When they reached the mansion in which the Town Mouse lived, they
found on the table in the dining room the leavings of a very fine banquet.
There were sweetmeats and jellies, pastries, delicious cheeses, indeed,
the most tempting foods that a Mouse can imagine. But just as the
Country Mouse was about to nibble a dainty bit of pastry, she heard a
Cat mew loudly and scratch at the door. In great fear the Mice scurried
to a hiding place, where they lay quite still for a long time, hardly daring
to breathe. When at last they ventured back to the feast, the door
opened suddenly and in came the servants to clear the table, followed
by the House Dog.

The Country Mouse stopped in the Town Mouse’s den only long enough
to pick up her carpet bag and umbrella.

“You may have luxuries and dainties that I have not,” she said as she
hurried away, “but I prefer my plain food and simple life in the country
with the peace and security that go with it.”
Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear and
uncertainty.

THE FOX AND THE GRAPES

A Fox one day spied a beautiful bunch of ripe grapes hanging from a
vine trained along the branches of a tree. The grapes seemed ready to
burst with juice, and the Fox’s mouth watered as he gazed longingly at
them.

The bunch hung from a high branch, and the Fox had to jump for it. The
first time he jumped he missed it by a long way. So he walked off a short
distance and took a running leap at it, only to fall short once more. Again
and again he tried, but in vain.

Now he sat down and looked at the grapes in disgust.

“What a fool I am,” he said. “Here I am wearing myself out to get a bunch
of sour grapes that are not worth gaping for.”

And off he walked very, very scornfully.

There are many who pretend to despise and belittle that which is beyond
their reach.

SHORT STORIES

The Ugly Tree

Long, long ago, in a dense forest there were thousands of tall and beautiful trees. They
were happy, but proud of themselves. Among them there also an ugly tree whose branches
were badly twisted. Its roots had uneven curves. All the trees made fun of that ugly tree.

“How are you, hunchback?" the other trees always shouted and their laughter made the
ugly tree feel sad. But, he never raised a voice against them. The ugly tree thought, “I wish
I were as beautiful as the other trees. Why did God do this to me? Neither can I provide
shade to the travelers not can the birds make their nests on me. Nobody needs me."

One day, a woodcutter came to the forest. He took a look at the trees and said, “These
trees are lovely. I must cut them." As soon as he picked up his axe the trees became
frightened.

‘Chop, Chop, Chop’ went the woodcutter’s axe and one by one the trees started to fall.
“None of us is going to be spared," screamed one of the beautiful trees. Soon that tree too
was brought to ground by the woodcutter’s axe.

By now, the woodcutter had come near to the ugly tree. He had just raised his axe when
suddenly he noticed how crooked the ugly tree was. “Hmm! This crooked tree seems to be
useless for me. I cannot make long straight logs of this ugly tree," he thought. And he
moved towards another beautiful tree. The ugly tree heaved a huge sigh of relief. He
realized that by making him ugly, God had actually given him a boon.

From that day the ugly tree never complained. He was happy with his crooked branches. He
never forgot how he was spared from t he woodcutter’s axe, only because he was crooked
and ugly.