‘Tis The Set Of The Sail…
January 5, 2010 by Gina Gaudio-Graves
Filed under Inspirational Quotes on Success
‘Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of life. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Rachel from Barcode Information and Help on Tue, 5th Jan 2010 8:28 pm
I don’t understand that quote too well, but I think that it is saying don’t let life determine where you go, you decide for yourself where to go (don’t let ‘life happen’, take control of your life).
Valerie on Tue, 12th Jan 2010 1:41 pm
Beautiful quotation. Ella Wheeler Wilcox was a very popular poet back in her day, but is rather obscure now, which is too bad, because she was a wonderful poet.
Her love poems are among my favorites…
What Love Is:
Love is the centre and circumference;
The cause and aim of all things – ’tis the key
To joy and sorrow, and the recompense
For all the ills that have been, or may be.
Love is as bitter as the dregs of sin,
As sweet as clover-honey in its cell;
Love is the password whereby souls get in
To Heaven – the gate that leads, sometimes, to Hell.
Love is the crown that glorifies; the curse
That brands and burdens; it is life and death;
It is the great law of the universe;
And nothing can exist without its breath.
Love is the impulse which directs the world,
And all things know it and obey its power.
Man, in the maelstrom of his passions whirled;
The bee that takes the pollen to the flower;
The earth, uplifting her bare, pulsing breast
To fervent kisses of the amorous sun; -
Each but obeys creative Love’s behest,
Which everywhere instinctively is done.
Love is the only thing that pays for birth,
Or makes death welcome. Oh, dear God above,
This beautiful but sad, perplexing earth,
Pity the hearts that know – or know not – Love!
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox