Great Quote # 6 - For Braja

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The Tree of Forgiveness
by Edward Coley Burne-Jones


Forgiveness is the scent
that the rose leaves
on the heel that crushes it


Samuel Langhorne Clements
(Mark Twain)

Comments

  1. Anonymous5:04 pm, June 07, 2009

    lovely.

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  2. Sniffles and Smiles5:20 pm, June 07, 2009

    Beautiful! Twain's wisdom is always so concise and authentic!! Thanks! Love this! ~Janine

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  3. ADDY5:20 pm, June 07, 2009

    Not thought of it that way - but true!

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  4. Rosaria Williams10:18 pm, June 07, 2009

    Uh, who is forgiving whom?

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  5. Woman in a Window11:45 pm, June 07, 2009

    Oh, I like that. I'd be smelling feet all day!

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  6. Scriptor Senex5:36 am, June 08, 2009

    Good one FFF,if I were ever to admit to not being perfect being unable to forgive might just feature on there. Perhaps this is a quote to put on my wall.

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  7. Suburbia7:13 am, June 08, 2009

    I like that one, and the pic too

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  8. Anonymous10:28 am, June 08, 2009

    Fabulously erotic picture and lovely words.

    CJ xx

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  9. immersion3:09 pm, June 08, 2009

    Crush, crush, crush. I'm putting it to practice!

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  10. Mary Elizabeth11:55 pm, June 08, 2009

    Lovely! Fantastic photo.

    Now and Then

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  11. The Quintessential Magpie12:02 am, June 09, 2009

    That's a great quote and so true! Twain is one of my favorite authors.

    Sheila :-)

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  12. Janie2:11 am, June 09, 2009

    That's an interesting quote. I love the wit and wisdom of Twain. Great photo to go with it, too.

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