What did Helen Steiner Rice mean by: A wee bit of heaven drifted down from above, a handful of happiness, a heart full of love. - Helen Steiner Rice Copy
+ In everything both great and small, We see the Hand of God in all. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Helen Steiner Rice, Hands, 0 - Helen Steiner Rice
+ And when the home is filled with love you’ll always find God spoken of Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Helen Steiner Rice, Home, Love, Love You, 0 - Helen Steiner Rice
+ Love changes darkness into light and makes the heart take a wingless flight. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Helen Steiner Rice, Change, Heart, Love, 0 - Helen Steiner Rice
+ Today be happy with what you have – not discontent with what you don’t have. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Helen Steiner Rice, Advice, Good Advice, 0 - Helen Steiner Rice
+ It takes a Mother’s Love to make a house a home, a place to be remembered, no matter where we roam. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Helen Steiner Rice, Family, Home, Mother, 0 - Helen Steiner Rice
+ For each time you smile you will find it’s true somebody, somewhere, will smile back at you. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Helen Steiner Rice, Happiness, 0 - Helen Steiner Rice
+ No matter how steep the mountain – the Lord is going to climb it with you. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Helen Steiner Rice, Faith, Mountain, 0 - Helen Steiner Rice
+ Peace on earth will come to stay, When we live Christmas every day. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Helen Steiner Rice, Christmas, Earth, Xmas, 0 - Helen Steiner Rice
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover; there’s no rain left in heaven. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
