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To laugh often and much; to win the respect of the intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch,
He says “If you were mine you wouldn’t get away with this shit, I’d eat you for hours, I’d gut you like fruit.” I think of my cousin’s circumcision, how she feels like a mermaid, not human from the waist down. He says “I’d look after you, you know?” I laugh, I ask for the last time “How old?” He says “34.”
He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked ...
I prefer the original quote: “He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked appreciation of earth’s ...
"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people, and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and…
A 1904 poem by Bessie Anderson Stanley includes the line, "He achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much." This became a common sentiment over the course of the twentieth century and was often featured in modified form in the popular newspaper advice columns Anne Landers and Dear Abby.
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The rhythm and language of your poem carry the weight of your emotions, making it feel like a personal letter or a poignant farewell. The recurring images of rose petals and the Grim Reaper’s scythe bring a sense of haunting continuity, as if these elements are characters in their own right, accompanying you on your journey through sorrow.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its 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.
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