Collect: (v) to bring or gather things
I grab my basket and step into life, picking up things that suit my fancy, meet my needs or stir my soul.
From democracy I collect the value of personal freedom.
I collect a wisp of meditation from the Buddhists.
I collect tenderness, mercy and endurance from my sisters.
I collect devotion to country from communist China.
I realize the danger of eating too much pork from my Muslim brethren.
I collect the value of play from the children encircling me.
I collect my thoughts by rejecting my prejudices.
I collect the true history of my life by quieting the ideas I wish to promote.
I collect fruits and vegetables at a good price at Aldi.
I collect the power of the Golden Rule from my friend, Jesus.
I collect a searching, inquiring and probing mind from my atheist friends.
I collect a respect of science from God.
And I collect a respect for God from science.
I collect things that other people think are meaningless so I can have a personal treasure in my heart.
I collect a respect for things old, current and even those things which sniff of the future.
I stand in awe of Earth as I collect my trash and throw it in the garbage instead of allowing it to go “blowin’ in the wind.”
I collect my anger and force it into a small box, where it doesn’t think it is bigger than it actually is.
I collect those little boxes of anger and open them up in my private times to address the concerns.
I collect passion for my dreams.
And I collect dreams to welcome passion.
I am a collector.
Not much of what I collect has a dollar value.
Yet all of what I collect is valuable.
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