Things that really matter are the things that gold can't buy, so let's have another cup o' coffee and let's have another piece o' pie.
Irving BerlinRead
God bless America, land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her through the night with a light from above.
Interpretation
A tribute to America, expressing love and a wish for divine guidance.
This quote expresses deep patriotism and affection for America, depicting it as a beloved homeland that deserves protection and guidance. The invocation of divine light suggests a desire for moral and spiritual support as the nation navigates its challenges, emphasizing unity and devotion among its citizens.
In practice
At a Fourth of July celebration to inspire national pride.
Things that really matter are the things that gold can't buy, so let's have another cup o' coffee and let's have another piece o' pie.
You're not sick you're just in love.
The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.
Heaven... I'm in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,_x000D_ _x000D_ Just like the ones I used to know,_x000D_ _x000D_ Where the tree tops glisten_x000D_ _x000D_ And children listen_x000D_ _x000D_ To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
God bless America, land that I love,_x000D_ _x000D_ Stand beside her, and guide her,_x000D_ _x000D_ Through the night, with the light from above,_x000D_ _x000D_ From the mountains, to the prairies_x000D_ _x000D_ To the oceans, white with foam_x000D_ _x000D_ God bless America, my home sweet home,_x000D_ _x000D_ God bless America! My Home Sweet Home!
Napoleon could never imagine that some people loved their country as much as he loved his own.
You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.
Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.
We become like that which we love. If we love what is base, we become base; but if we love what is noble, we become noble.
I would have told her then she was the only thing that I could love in this dying world but the simple word "love" itself already died and went away.
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.
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