Paul Gerard Reed
Paul Gerard Reed Quotes
''In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares. The older have learned to ever expect it.''Abraham Lincoln
''How good it is to walk.Anon.
How salutary, how pleasing, how utterly essential.
How renewing, how refreshing
How so existential
Walking is balm to a troubled soul, and all people with souls have troubles.
In bad times and in good, a march across countryside
Lends perspective and eases the mind.
Meanwhile, the dog, for whom every walk is a liberation,
Lends you a little of her joy in being alive.''
'''Life's not fair is it? Some of us drink champagne in the fast lane, and some of us eat our sandwiches by the loose chippings on the A597.'''Victoria Wood
''When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you till it seems as though you could not hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn''Harriet Beecher Stowe
''Do not mind anything that anyone tells you about anyone else. Judge everyone and everything for yourself.''Henry James
'''And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.'''Roald Dahl
''If you have an honest and heartfelt thought write it down, for that is poetry''Paul Gerard Reed
'''Wherever I live, I shall feel homesick for Tibet. I often think I can still hear the wild cries of geese and cranes and the beating of their wings as the fly over Lhasa in the clear cold moonlight.'''Heinrich Harrer, Seven Years In Tibet.
''Never let politics get in the way of comedy''Paul Gerard Reed,2nd June 2017
''I gave up drinking once - it was the worst afternoon of my entire life.''Humphrey Bogart
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The Pit Pony
I found out with sadness about your plight
Your life lived in perpetual night
An underground stable was where you roomed
An innocent life entombed
You were so trusting and willing
You must have dreamt of fulfilling
The wish to be back above ground
With green fields and trees all around
For fifty weeks a year this was your cell
With hot grimy air and sulphuric smell
Until that wonderful liberation
That exhilarating rising sensation
Of the pit cage approaching ground level
With you on board about to revel
In the freedom of the new fresh ...
Stepping warily into a grey morning
With mist shrouding the hedgerows
Damp pavements and frost-bitten walls
Thick socks on to protect the toes
All seemed lifeless and a little forlorn
The way things feel now and then
Until uplifted by a crescendo of sound
The defiant song of the wren