It reminded me that every day of life can be lived well’ Dru J 'This is so lovely! I have cried as I read it. I think this book should be shared widely.
Author: Lucy Aykroyd
Publisher: Unbound Publishing
Are you a carer or companion to someone who is ageing? Are you looking to enhance every moment of their lives to the end yet feel full of trepidation at the prospect? Leaves of Love is a simple yet essential guide for both layman and expert to keep by your side as you learn the beautiful and ancient art of accompanying another over these final transitions. Leaves of Love is laced with inspiring real-life stories that depict the rich gleanings to be found within ageing and the unexpected opportunities that can reveal themselves when we embrace the reality of our dying. These stories bring with them a tool bag of ideas and practical tips to empower the carer within all of us to value our own unique gifts and love as we have never loved before. With nature as our guide we learn how to be present when we visit a care home, what matters most as we sit with someone and how and what to expect when we are accompanying a dying person. ‘A gem of a book. Beautifully written with a warmth and empathy that make it a very uplifting read ... unafraid to discuss the aspects of dying that as a society, we tend to shrink away from’ Maria K 'Offers profound insights from the often hidden world at the end of life ... a reminder that people's last days on earth can be sweet, intimate and precious. It reminded me that every day of life can be lived well’ Dru J 'This is so lovely! I have cried as I read it. I think this book should be shared widely. It's not a technical book or an academic read but I do think it could be a powerful recommended read for all care givers' Carol C
Author: Amelia Edith Huddleston BarrPublish On: 2020-09-28
“Were you ever in love, Mrs. Sandys?” poor Brune asked, with his heart filling his
mouth. She looked thoughtfully at him a moment, and then slowly answered: “I
once felt myself in danger, and I fled to France. I consider it the finest action of my
Author: Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
Aspatria was born at Seat-Ambar, an old house in Allerdale. It had Skiddaw to shelter it on the northwest; and it looked boldly out across the Solway, and into that sequestered valley in Furness known as “the Vale of the Deadly Nightshade.” The plant still grew there abundantly, and the villagers still kept the knowledge of its medical value taught them by the old monks of Furness. For these curious, patient herbalists had discovered the blessing hidden in the fair, poisonous amaryllis, long before modern physicians called it “belladonna.” The plant, with all its lovely relations, had settled in the garden at Seat-Ambar. Aspatria’s mother had loved them all: the girl could still remember her thin white hands clasping the golden jonquils in her coffin. This memory was in her heart, as she hastened through the lonely place one evening in spring. It ought to have been a pleasant spot, for it was full of snowdrops and daffodils, and many sweet old-fashioned shrubs and flowers; but it was a stormy night, and the blossoms were plashed and downcast, and all the birds in hiding from the fierce wind and driving rain. She was glad to get out of the gray, wet, shivery atmosphere, and to come into the large hall, ruddy and glowing with fire and candle-light. Her brothers William and Brune sat at the table. Will was counting money; it stood in small gold and silver pillars before him. Brune was making fishing-flies. Both looked up at her entrance; they did not think words necessary for such a little maid. Yet both loved her; she was their only sister, and both gave her the respect to which she was entitled as co-heir with them of the Ambar estate. She was just sixteen, and not yet beautiful. She was too young for beauty. Her form was not developed; she would probably gain two or three inches in height; and her face, though exquisitely modelled, wanted the refining which comes either from a multitude of complex emotions or is given at once by some great heart-sorrow. Yet she had fascination for those capable of feeling her charm. Her large brown eyes had their childlike clearness; they looked every one in the face with its security of good-will. Her mouth was a tempting mouth; the lips had not lost their bow-shape; they were red and pouting, but withal ever ready to part. She might have been born with a smile. Her hair, soft and dark, had that rarest quality of soft hair,—a tendency to make itself into little curls and tendrils and stray down the white throat and over the white brow; yet it was carefully parted and confined in two long braids, tied at the ends with a black ribbon.
A Collection of poems on love and relationship. This book was rumored to have existed for many years. Indeed, that can be put to rest. Barclay struggled with love.
Author: Edwin James Barclay
A Collection of poems on love and relationship. This book was rumored to have existed for many years. Indeed, that can be put to rest. Barclay struggled with love. He lived without the love of his life, a woman, whose identity he took to his grave, but whose beauty, tenderness and intellect, he is noted to have sung every chance he had. By dedicating the book to her, he made sure to keep the mystery alive.
Ashley Jordan set out to hike the Appalachian Trail with the hope of finding herself along the way.
Author: Morgan Leaves
Ashley Jordan set out to hike the Appalachian Trail with the hope of finding herself along the way. But one dark night Fate, and a dog called Hope, crossed her path. From that moment on, Ash rides a wild rollercoaster that takes her from the dangerous backwoods to the royal heights of English society. Ash must tangle with a one-eyed monster, an ostentatious Duchess, and her own sense of self, as she strives to fight for abused animals everywhere. And through it all one man steals her heart and makes her question all she knows: Will Kensington, or more accurately, Sir Willoughby Alfred Lawrence Kensington the Third, The 23rd Baron of Whiteshire. The Baron turns Ash’s world upside down as she is forced to wrestle with her modern sensibility caught inside a fairytale love. Will and Ash’s lives are an ocean apart, in more ways than one. And even as their love grows, their radically different worlds threaten to tear them apart. Ash and Will must find a way to come together and fight for what they truly care about, love, family, and Hope. One thing’s for sure…Love’s a bitch.
Tender thoughts fill this charming Precious Moments tribute to a mother's love and devotion-a perfect gift for a mom or mom-to-be.
Author: Teresa B. Kindred
Publisher: Andrews McMeel Pub
Category: Family & Relationships
Tender thoughts fill this charming Precious Moments tribute to a mother's love and devotion-a perfect gift for a mom or mom-to-be. Tender thoughts fill this charming Precious Moments tribute to a mother's love and devotion-a perfect gift for a mom or mom-to-be.
Thoughts of You Adham Khattaby. Adham Khattaby Love Leaves Love Leaves
Thoughts of You Adham Khattaby. Front Cover.
Author: Adham Khattaby
Publisher: Xlibris Corporation
On the love jet’s cockpit, the two were piloting the journey together. They have passed through clear sunny skies and foggy cold weather alike. Despite a successful landing on the settlement airport, the jet overran the short runway: a sudden brutal crash whose consequences being this book’s pages. Adham’s letters are a breed sharing specific patters reflecting how powerful the effects of such an experience were. Full of emotions and tenderness, the letters will slowly attract you to a unique world of love, affection, enthusiasm, warmth, and passion.
Gathered leaves Enis (pseud). LOVE . FROM THE GERMAN OF HALM . My heart
, canst thou to me unfold Love ' s secret ? What is love ? reveal . “ Two minds
where one thought springs untold , Two hearts which both but one beat feel .
Author: Edwin J. (Edwin James) BarclayPublish On: 2011-09
This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923.
Author: Edwin J. (Edwin James) Barclay
Publisher: Nabu Press
This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book.
This poem drooping shy and unseen that I always carry, and that all men carry, (
Know once for all, avow'd on purpose, wherever are men like me, are our lusty
lurking masculine poems,) Love- thoughts, love-juice, love-odor, love-yielding, ...
When Brad Sorenson crossed paths with Zoe O'Loughlin at a high school graduation party, the connection was undeniable. He noticed her when no one else did; she inspired him to want more out of life. But it would be years before they'd meet again...and in the most unlikely of places. Brad was looking for a good time online, not love. But Zoe was so sweet, so kind. Everything about her was perfect-until she fell in love with him. Zoe doesn't know why Brad left her standing in an airport; he won't return her calls or texts. With her self-esteem and dreams shattered, she can't imagine ever loving anyone else. When a single phone call changes Brad's life forever he wants just one thing: to make amends with the only woman that's ever mattered. Will his first love give him a second chance or will Zoe turn her back on love for good?
LOVE CANST thou love me , lady ? I ' ve not learned to woo : Thou art on the
shady Side of sixty too . Still I love thee dearly ! Thou hast lands and pelf : But I love thee merely , Merely for thyself . Wilt thou love me , fairest ? Though thou art
By C . FLORIO . to my love ; and tell her from my heart How much I love ! Go to my love ; and tell her should we part No salve could heal the smart I then should
know . What shall I do My love to prove ? Go to my love ; and tell her she ' s more
O to my love ; and tell her from my heart How much I love ! Go to my love ; and tell
her should we part No salve could heal the smart I then should know . What shall
I do My love to prove ? Go to my love ; and tell her she's more fair Than lilies ...
What love Thou justly might ' st expectSpirit of glory and of God , Thou who for me
hast lived and Shed in my heart Christ ' s love diedabroad ; Been mocked , and ...
MISSIONARY LEAVES . and Mrs. Smith, like the other former missionaries ...
Mary Anne Hearne. But I am strong to bear or fight , And brave in loneliness and
night , Hearing that whisper from above , “ I love thee with an everlasting love . "
O God ! in all my wavering , Of changeful heart and wandering eyes , ' Tis sweet ...