Today’s Quote Of The Day — Monday, April 24th, 2023

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Today’s quote of the day is selected from categories of work, positivity, inspiration, humor, life, love, and short quotes.

Today’s quote of the day (Monday, April 24th, 2023).

“Two things define you: Your patience when you have nothing, and your attitude when you have everything.” — George Bernard Shaw

Check out the previous day’s quote of the day.

Monday’s quote of the day for work

Today’s quote of the day for work.

“Give yourself something to work toward – constantly.” — Mary Kay Ash

Positive Monday quote of the day

Positive quotes of the day.

“Morning meditation is important to start every day on a positive note.” — Susan Burton

Inspirational Monday quote of the day

Inspirational quote of the day for today.

“The first thing successful people do is view failure as a positive signal to success.” — Brendon Burchard

Funny quote of the day for Monday

Today’s funny quote of the day.

“From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere!” — Dr. Seuss

Quote for today about life

Quote for the day about life.

“Life leaps like a geyser for those who drill through the rock of inertia.” — Alexis Carrel

Quote for today about love

Quote for today about love.

“Don’t threaten me with love, baby. Let’s just go walking in the rain.” — Billie Holiday

Short quote of the day for Monday

Short quote of the day for today (Monday, April 24th, 2023).

“Life’s managed, not cured.” — Phillip C. Mcgraw

Poem of the day — Monday, April 24th, 2023

Author: Henry Lawson

Title: Borderland

I am back from up the country, very sorry that I went,

Seeking for the Southern poets’ land whereon to pitch my tent;

I have lost a lot of idols, which were broken on the track,

Burnt a lot of fancy verses, and I’m glad that I am back.

Further out may be the pleasant scenes of which our poets boast,

But I think the country’s rather more inviting round the coast,

Anyway, I’ll stay at present at a boarding-house in town

Drinking beer and lemon-squashes, taking baths and cooling down.

Sunny plains! Great Scot!, those burning wastes of barren soil and sand

With their everlasting fences stretching out across the land!

Desolation where the crow is! Desert! where the eagle flies,

Paddocks where the luny bullock starts and stares with reddened eyes;

Where, in clouds of dust enveloped, roasted bullock-drivers creep

Slowly past the sun-dried shepherd dragged behind his crawling sheep.

Stunted “peak” of granite gleaming, glaring! like a molten mass

Turned, from some infernal furnace, on a plain devoid of grass.

Miles and miles of thirsty gutters, strings of muddy waterholes

In the place of “shining rivers” (walled by cliffs and forest boles).

“Range!” of ridgs, gullies, ridges, barren! where the madden’d flies,

Fiercer than the plagues of Egypt, swarm about your blighted eyes!

Bush! where there is no horizon! where the buried bushman sees

Nothing. Nothing! but the maddening sameness of the stunted trees!

Lonely hut where drought’s eternal, suffocating atmosphere,

Where the God forgottcn hatter dreams of city-life and beer.

Treacherous tracks that trap the stranger, endless roads that gleam and glare,

Dark and evil-looking gullies, hiding secrets here and there!

Dull, dumb flats and stony “rises,” where the bullocks sweat and bake,

And the sinister “gohanna,” and the lizard, and the snake.

Land of day and night, no morning freshness, and no afternoon,

For the great, white sun in rising brings with him the heat of noon.

Dismal country for the exile, when the shades begin to fall

From the sad, heart-breaking sunset, to the new-chum, worst of all.

Dreary land in rainy weather, with the endless clouds that drift

O’er the bushman like a blanket that the Lord will never lift,

Dismal land when it is raining, growl of floods, and oh! the “woosh”

Of the rain and wind together on the dark bed of the bush,

Ghastly fires in lonely humpies where the granite rocks are pil’d

On the rain-swept wildernesses that are wildest of the wild.

Land where gaunt and haggard women live alone and work like men,

Till their husbands, gone a-droving, will return to them again,

Homes of men! if homes had ever such a God-forgotten place,

Where the wild selector’s children fly before a stranger’s face.

Home of tragedy applauded by the dingoes’ dismal yell,

Heaven of the shanty-keeper, fitting fiend for such a hell,

And the wallaroos and wombats, and, of course, the “curlew’s call”,

And the lone sundowner tramping ever onward thro’ it all!

I am back from up the country, up the country where I went

Seeking for the Southern poets’ land whereon to pitch my tent;

I have left a lot of broken idols out along the track,

Burnt a lot of fancy verses, and I’m glad that I am back,

I believe the Southern poet’s dream will not be realized

Till the plains are irrigated and the land is humanized.

I intend to stay at present, as I said before, in town

Drinking beer and lemon-squashes, taking baths, and cooling down.

See Also:

Today’s Quote Of The Day — Sunday, April 23rd, 2023

Today’s Quote Of The Day — Saturday, April 22nd, 2023

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