Attitude 

by Charles Swindoll

The longer I live, the more I realise the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think, say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skills. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. ... I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our attitudes.

Children Learn What They Live 

by Dorothy Law Neite 

If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn. 
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight. 
If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy. 
If a child learns to feel shame, he learns to feel guilty. 
If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient. 
If a child lives with encouragement he learns confidence 
If a child lives with praise, he learns to appreciate. 
He a child lives with fairness, he learns justice. 
If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith. 
If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself. 
If a child lives with acceptance and friendship, he learns to find love in the world.

The Essence of a New Day

Author Unknown 

 
This is the beginning of a new day. You have been given  this day to use as you will. You can waste it or use it for good. What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it. When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever; in its place is something that you have left behind...let it be something good.  

Togetherness

Author Unknown 

Do not stand at my grave and weep.  I'm not there, I do not sleep.  
I'm a thousand winds that blow.   I'm the diamond glint on snow.  
I'm sunlight on ripened grain.  I'm the gentle rain.  
When you awaken in the morning hush,  I'm the swift uplifting rush.  
Of quiet birds in circled flight.  I'm the soft stars that shine in the night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry.  I'm not there. I did not die.