I .. am... a...uh... robot??
He's faking.
Epitome of exhaustion. Except for Grandpa. Notice Olivia's face.
Big Nose meets Little Nose.... And Little Nose gets scared.
Hi. Are you okay?
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Ruby J. Hopkins
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- Ruby Jean Hopkins
- "Lying in bed would be an altogether supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling with." - G.K. Chesterton
G.K. Chesterton
Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.
Cicero
Other relaxations are peculiar to certain times, places and stages of life, but the study of letters [books] is the nourishment of our youth, and the joy of our old age. They throw an additional splendor on prosperity, and are the resource and consolation of adversity; they delight at home, and are no embarrassment abroad; in short, they are company to us at night, our fellow travelers on a journey, and attendants in our rural recesses.
Wendell Berry
Praise ignorance, for what man has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Samuel Davies
The greatest number of mankind beyond comparison are sleeping under ground. There lies beauty mouldering into dust, rotting into stench & loathsomeness, and feeding the vilest worms. There lies the head that once wore a crown… There lie mighty giants, the heroes and conquerors… the Caesars of the world… There lie the wise and learned, as rotten, as helpless as the fool.
Leo Tolstoy
Faith is the sense of life, that sense by virtue of which man does not destroy himself, but continues to live on. It is the force whereby we live.
Arthur W. Pink
The apprehension of God's infinite knowledge should fill the Christian with adoration. The whole of my life stood open to his view from the beginning. He foresaw my every fall, my every sin, my every backsliding; yet, nevertheless, fixed his heart upon me. Oh, how the realization of this should bow me in wonder and worship before him!
C.S. Lewis
Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.
1 comment:
Hahahahaha! I love the pic with your grandfather! Luther looks like Peter...when Peter yawns. :P Remember: "WHO'S _THAAAAAT_!?!?" "Um...That's my dad." oooops. :D
Can you send me some of the pics we took when I was over? :D I love macs. :D
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