Favorite Poets, Poems and Quotes
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Rumi
"I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I've been knocking from the inside."
"I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I've been knocking from the inside."
TO HIM who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides 5
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images 10
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;???
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around??? 15
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air???
Comes a still voice???Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, 20
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go 25
To mix forever with the elements;
To be a brother to the insensible rock,
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. 30
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world,???with kings,
The powerful of the earth,???the wise, the good, 35
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods???rivers that move 40
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,???
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man! The golden sun, 45
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.???Take the wings 50
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashi
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides 5
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images 10
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;???
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around??? 15
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air???
Comes a still voice???Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, 20
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go 25
To mix forever with the elements;
To be a brother to the insensible rock,
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. 30
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world,???with kings,
The powerful of the earth,???the wise, the good, 35
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods???rivers that move 40
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,???
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man! The golden sun, 45
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.???Take the wings 50
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashi
Save his own dashings,???yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first 55
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep???the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe 60
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come 65
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man??? 70
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take 75
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch 80
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Thanatopsis - William Cullen Bryant
And millions in those solitudes, since first 55
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep???the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe 60
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come 65
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man??? 70
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take 75
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch 80
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Thanatopsis - William Cullen Bryant
..blurry drunken escapade at a punk bar ends on meditative note. -- loving the raw, edgy, tactileness of JPF's work.
Stretched
The hot club air
hit her like a shotglass of sin.
In minutes her buzz hit chainsaw proportions:
sucking the laughter
back down into her lungs,
she toppled like lumber to the floor--
"So that's where all the vodka went"
ejaculated her date,
slipping a half-hit of acid
under his tongue like nitroglycerin.
The suppressed tremor in his voice
struck it like a stretched spring.
They danced. He led.
From his lips and tongue he bled
truths too cruel to say.
Soon, bewildered by the punk's plumage,
he fled to the graffitied sanctuary
and watched his digestive system
operate backwards.
Soon a looming mass of gristle
booted him into the snow.
"Full circle," he slurred,
which struck him as funny...
His manic laughter,
trapped in concrete cliffs,
echoes imperceptibly hours later
as the steadfast streetcleaner
sweeps the gutters
in the gray, vestigal light of dawn.
~Jason Paul Fox
Stretched
The hot club air
hit her like a shotglass of sin.
In minutes her buzz hit chainsaw proportions:
sucking the laughter
back down into her lungs,
she toppled like lumber to the floor--
"So that's where all the vodka went"
ejaculated her date,
slipping a half-hit of acid
under his tongue like nitroglycerin.
The suppressed tremor in his voice
struck it like a stretched spring.
They danced. He led.
From his lips and tongue he bled
truths too cruel to say.
Soon, bewildered by the punk's plumage,
he fled to the graffitied sanctuary
and watched his digestive system
operate backwards.
Soon a looming mass of gristle
booted him into the snow.
"Full circle," he slurred,
which struck him as funny...
His manic laughter,
trapped in concrete cliffs,
echoes imperceptibly hours later
as the steadfast streetcleaner
sweeps the gutters
in the gray, vestigal light of dawn.
~Jason Paul Fox
Just be.....
-Arch
-Arch
"Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to BE. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her"
??? Ana??s Nin
??? Ana??s Nin
At Last
Elizabeth Akers Allen
At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close???at last???at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,???
But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,???
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,???
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,???
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!
Elizabeth Akers Allen
At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close???at last???at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,???
But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,???
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,???
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,???
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!
Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her
If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?
Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.
Christopher Brennan
If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?
Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.
Christopher Brennan
She Walks In Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
- Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
- Lord Byron
A Red, Red Rose
O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
Till a'the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.
And fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
- Robert Burns
O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
Till a'the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.
And fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
- Robert Burns
Platonic
I knew it the first of the summer,
I knew it the same at the end,
That you and your love were plighted,
But couldn??t you be my friend?
Couldn??t we sit in the twilight,
Couldn??t we walk on the shore
With only a pleasant friendship
To bind us, and nothing more?
There was not a word of folly
Spoken between us two,
Though we lingered oft in the garden
Till the roses were wet with dew.
We touched on a thousand subjects???
The moon and the worlds above,???
And our talk was tinctured with science,
And everything else, save love.
A wholly Platonic friendship
You said I had proven to you
Could bind a man and a woman
The whole long season through,
With never a thought of flirting,
Though both were in their youth
What would you have said, my lady,
If you had known the truth!
What would you have done, I wonder,
Had I gone on my knees to you
And told you my passionate story,
There in the dusk and the dew?
My burning, burdensome story,
Hidden and hushed so long???
My story of hopeless loving???
Say, would you have thought it wrong?
But I fought with my heart and conquered,
I hid my wound from sight;
You were going away in the morning,
And I said a calm good-night.
But now when I sit in the twilight,
Or when I walk by the sea
That friendship, quite Platonic,
Comes surging over me.
And a passionate longing fills me
For the roses, the dusk, the dew;
For the beautiful summer vanished,
For the moonlight walks???and you.
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I knew it the first of the summer,
I knew it the same at the end,
That you and your love were plighted,
But couldn??t you be my friend?
Couldn??t we sit in the twilight,
Couldn??t we walk on the shore
With only a pleasant friendship
To bind us, and nothing more?
There was not a word of folly
Spoken between us two,
Though we lingered oft in the garden
Till the roses were wet with dew.
We touched on a thousand subjects???
The moon and the worlds above,???
And our talk was tinctured with science,
And everything else, save love.
A wholly Platonic friendship
You said I had proven to you
Could bind a man and a woman
The whole long season through,
With never a thought of flirting,
Though both were in their youth
What would you have said, my lady,
If you had known the truth!
What would you have done, I wonder,
Had I gone on my knees to you
And told you my passionate story,
There in the dusk and the dew?
My burning, burdensome story,
Hidden and hushed so long???
My story of hopeless loving???
Say, would you have thought it wrong?
But I fought with my heart and conquered,
I hid my wound from sight;
You were going away in the morning,
And I said a calm good-night.
But now when I sit in the twilight,
Or when I walk by the sea
That friendship, quite Platonic,
Comes surging over me.
And a passionate longing fills me
For the roses, the dusk, the dew;
For the beautiful summer vanished,
For the moonlight walks???and you.
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox
ROLLIN AND ME
Yesterday Rollin found me on the hillside gathering berries and he helped me
He gave me one, and laughed at the red stain on my lips, and kissed me.
Then all at once he knew what
I had known for a long time, and told me;
But I couldn't speak just then.
So we went hand in hand, down thru the long field,
walking in the daisies.
Till we came to the grassy bank of the river,
There I answered him.
Rollin is good and honest,
and a willing worker
Soon we'll have money laid by.
Then we'll marry, and have a little house by the river.
I'll be a wife and keep fowls,
and save money for a cow.
Children will come.
At last we'll grow old and die;
And our children will lay us close to the church,
side by side;
And we'll go to our Father in Heaven.
That's all -
about Rollin and me.
~ Charles Bullard
Yesterday Rollin found me on the hillside gathering berries and he helped me
He gave me one, and laughed at the red stain on my lips, and kissed me.
Then all at once he knew what
I had known for a long time, and told me;
But I couldn't speak just then.
So we went hand in hand, down thru the long field,
walking in the daisies.
Till we came to the grassy bank of the river,
There I answered him.
Rollin is good and honest,
and a willing worker
Soon we'll have money laid by.
Then we'll marry, and have a little house by the river.
I'll be a wife and keep fowls,
and save money for a cow.
Children will come.
At last we'll grow old and die;
And our children will lay us close to the church,
side by side;
And we'll go to our Father in Heaven.
That's all -
about Rollin and me.
~ Charles Bullard
THE PRIMROSES
Ask me why I send you here
This sweet Infanta of the year?
Ask me why I send to you
This primrose, thus bepearl'd with dew?
I will whisper to your ears: -
The sweets of love are mix'd with tears.
Ask me why this flower does show
So yellow-green and sickly too?
Ask me why the stalk is weak
And bending ( yet it doth not break )?
I will answer: - These discover
What fainting hopes are in a lover.
~ Robert Herrick
Ask me why I send you here
This sweet Infanta of the year?
Ask me why I send to you
This primrose, thus bepearl'd with dew?
I will whisper to your ears: -
The sweets of love are mix'd with tears.
Ask me why this flower does show
So yellow-green and sickly too?
Ask me why the stalk is weak
And bending ( yet it doth not break )?
I will answer: - These discover
What fainting hopes are in a lover.
~ Robert Herrick
THE EXAMPLE
Here's an example from
A Butterfly;
That on a rough, hard rock
Happy can lie;
Friendless and all alone
On this unsweetened stone.
Now let my bed be hard,
No care take I;
I'll make my joy like this
Small Butterfly;
Whose happy heart has power
To make a stone a flower.
~ W.H. Davies
Here's an example from
A Butterfly;
That on a rough, hard rock
Happy can lie;
Friendless and all alone
On this unsweetened stone.
Now let my bed be hard,
No care take I;
I'll make my joy like this
Small Butterfly;
Whose happy heart has power
To make a stone a flower.
~ W.H. Davies
THE POEM
It is only a little twig
With a green bud at the end;
But if you plant it,
And water it,
And set it where the sun will be above it,
It will grow into a tall bush
With many flowers,
And leaves which thrust hither and thither
Sparkling.
From its roots come freshness,
And beneath it the grass-blades
Will bend and recover themselves,
And clash one upon another
In the blowing wind.
But if you take my twig
And throw it into a closet
With mousetraps and blunted tools,
It will shrivel and waste.
And, some day,
When you open the door,
You will think it an old twisted nail,
And sweep it into the dust bin
With other rubbish.
~ Amy Lowell
It is only a little twig
With a green bud at the end;
But if you plant it,
And water it,
And set it where the sun will be above it,
It will grow into a tall bush
With many flowers,
And leaves which thrust hither and thither
Sparkling.
From its roots come freshness,
And beneath it the grass-blades
Will bend and recover themselves,
And clash one upon another
In the blowing wind.
But if you take my twig
And throw it into a closet
With mousetraps and blunted tools,
It will shrivel and waste.
And, some day,
When you open the door,
You will think it an old twisted nail,
And sweep it into the dust bin
With other rubbish.
~ Amy Lowell
Be mindful first that old age will come to you:
so don't be timid and waste any of your time.
Have fun while it's allowed, while your years are in your prime:
the years go by like flowing waters:
The wave that's past never can return.
Life's to be used: life slips by on swift feet,
what was good at first, nothing as good will follow.
Those stalks that wither I saw as violets:
from that thorn-bush to me a dear garland was given.
There'll be a time when you, who now shut out your lover,
will lie alone, and aged, in the cold of night,
nor find your entrance damaged by some nocturnal quarrel,
nor your threshold sprinkled with roses at dawn.
How quickly ( ah me! ) the sagging flesh wrinkles,
and the colour, there, is lost from the bright cheek.
And hairs that you'll swear were grey from your girlhood
will spring up all over your head overnight.
Snakes shed their old age with their fragile skin,
antlers that are cast make the stag seem young:
un-aided our beauties flee: pluck the flower,
which, if not plucked, will of itself, shamefully, fall.
Add that the time of youth is shortened by childbirth:
the field's exhausted by continual harvest.
Author Unknown
so don't be timid and waste any of your time.
Have fun while it's allowed, while your years are in your prime:
the years go by like flowing waters:
The wave that's past never can return.
Life's to be used: life slips by on swift feet,
what was good at first, nothing as good will follow.
Those stalks that wither I saw as violets:
from that thorn-bush to me a dear garland was given.
There'll be a time when you, who now shut out your lover,
will lie alone, and aged, in the cold of night,
nor find your entrance damaged by some nocturnal quarrel,
nor your threshold sprinkled with roses at dawn.
How quickly ( ah me! ) the sagging flesh wrinkles,
and the colour, there, is lost from the bright cheek.
And hairs that you'll swear were grey from your girlhood
will spring up all over your head overnight.
Snakes shed their old age with their fragile skin,
antlers that are cast make the stag seem young:
un-aided our beauties flee: pluck the flower,
which, if not plucked, will of itself, shamefully, fall.
Add that the time of youth is shortened by childbirth:
the field's exhausted by continual harvest.
Author Unknown
^ And if anyone knows the author, do share. I've loved the poem for years and haven't found who wrote the thing. Please and thank you.
Oh lovely lovely! 
Thank you for posting this River.
Thank you for posting this River. Oh that is so beautiful. I wept and I wasn't even at your wedding. Well DONE Bro.
Well DONE Bro.Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
~ He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven
W.B. Yeats
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
~ He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven
W.B. Yeats
"The ends you serve that are selfish will take
you no further than yourself
but the ends you serve that
are for all, in common, will
take you into eternity."
Marcus Garvey
you no further than yourself
but the ends you serve that
are for all, in common, will
take you into eternity."
Marcus Garvey
No matter how grouchy you're feeling,
You'll find the smile more or less healing.
It grows in a wreath
All around the front teeth -
Thus preserving the face from congealing.
"Anthony Euwer"
You'll find the smile more or less healing.
It grows in a wreath
All around the front teeth -
Thus preserving the face from congealing.
"Anthony Euwer"
NATURE'S CALM
by: Alcman
HE mountain brows, the rocks, the peaks, are sleeping,
Uplands and gorges hush!
The thousand moorland things are stillness keeping;
The beasts under each bush
Crouch, and the hiv?d bees
Rest in their honeyed ease;
In the purple sea fish lie as they were dead,
And each bird folds his wing over his head.
by: Alcman
HE mountain brows, the rocks, the peaks, are sleeping,
Uplands and gorges hush!
The thousand moorland things are stillness keeping;
The beasts under each bush
Crouch, and the hiv?d bees
Rest in their honeyed ease;
In the purple sea fish lie as they were dead,
And each bird folds his wing over his head.
If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this.
If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God??s fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
Like this.
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don??t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this. Like this.
When someone asks what it means
to "die for love," point
here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn??t believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.
When lovers moan,
they??re telling our story.
Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.
When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.
How did Joseph??s scent come to Jacob?
Huuuuu.
How did Jacob??s sight return?
Huuuu.
A little wind cleans the eyes.
Like this.
When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he??ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us
Like this.
~ Rumi
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this.
If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God??s fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
Like this.
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don??t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this. Like this.
When someone asks what it means
to "die for love," point
here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn??t believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.
When lovers moan,
they??re telling our story.
Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.
When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.
How did Joseph??s scent come to Jacob?
Huuuuu.
How did Jacob??s sight return?
Huuuu.
A little wind cleans the eyes.
Like this.
When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he??ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us
Like this.
~ Rumi
Ariel
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees! -- The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks ----
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air ----
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel ----
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
-Sylvia Plath
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees! -- The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks ----
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air ----
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel ----
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
-Sylvia Plath
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Man becomes man only by his intelligence
but he is man only by his heart.
Henri Frederic Amiel
but he is man only by his heart.
Henri Frederic Amiel
The Female of the Species
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag, the wayside cobra, hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can,
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail -
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws -
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale -
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the others tale -
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man, a bear in most relations, worm and savage otherwise,
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise;
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.
Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger; Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue - to the scandal of the Sex!
But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same,
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.
She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity - must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions - not in these her honor dwells -
She, the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else!
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag, the wayside cobra, hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can,
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail -
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws -
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale -
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the others tale -
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man, a bear in most relations, worm and savage otherwise,
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise;
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.
Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger; Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue - to the scandal of the Sex!
But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same,
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.
She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity - must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions - not in these her honor dwells -
She, the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else!
She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate;
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.
She is wedded to convictions - in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him, who denies!
He will meet no cool discussion, but the instant, white-hot wild
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.
Unprovoked and awful charges - even so the she-bear fights;
Speech that drips, corrodes and poisons - even so the cobra bites;
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw,
And the victim writhes with anguish - like the Jesuit with the squaw!
So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of abstract justice - which no woman understands.
And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern; shall enthrall but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him and Her instincts never fail,
That the female of Her species is more deadly than the male!
~Rudyard Kipling
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate;
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.
She is wedded to convictions - in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him, who denies!
He will meet no cool discussion, but the instant, white-hot wild
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.
Unprovoked and awful charges - even so the she-bear fights;
Speech that drips, corrodes and poisons - even so the cobra bites;
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw,
And the victim writhes with anguish - like the Jesuit with the squaw!
So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of abstract justice - which no woman understands.
And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern; shall enthrall but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him and Her instincts never fail,
That the female of Her species is more deadly than the male!
~Rudyard Kipling
"To laugh often and love much...to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to give one's self...this is to have succeeded."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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A mighty flame follows a tiny spark.
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"In the event of an emergency, please walk to the nearest exit."
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"One good thing about Hell, at least, is you can probably pee wherever you want to."
-Jack Handey
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"The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality."
-Dante Alighieri (Inferno)
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"When I cook beef----
the smoke will never clear..."
-Eric B. and Rakim
Juice (Know the Ledge)
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The pressure on men blindly to achieve conventional status is enormous. We are taught to experience pride or shame in proportion to our accrual of power and money. To what extent could such concerns have robbed you of space for the fuller expression of individuality and creativity in terms of your work?
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"I wish I would have a real tragic love affair and get so bummed out that I'd just quit my job and become a bum for a few years, because I was thinking about doing that anyway. "
-Jack Handey
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"Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all
Ye know on earth and all you need to know."
-Keats
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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A mighty flame follows a tiny spark.
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"In the event of an emergency, please walk to the nearest exit."
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"One good thing about Hell, at least, is you can probably pee wherever you want to."
-Jack Handey
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"The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality."
-Dante Alighieri (Inferno)
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"When I cook beef----
the smoke will never clear..."
-Eric B. and Rakim
Juice (Know the Ledge)
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The pressure on men blindly to achieve conventional status is enormous. We are taught to experience pride or shame in proportion to our accrual of power and money. To what extent could such concerns have robbed you of space for the fuller expression of individuality and creativity in terms of your work?
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"I wish I would have a real tragic love affair and get so bummed out that I'd just quit my job and become a bum for a few years, because I was thinking about doing that anyway. "
-Jack Handey
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"Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all
Ye know on earth and all you need to know."
-Keats
"Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die."
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"Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life."
-Joseph Conrad
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"Failure and its accompanying misery is for the artist his most vital source of creative energy."
-Montgomery Clift
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"The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time."
-Dante
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"It is all one to me if a man comes from Sing Sing Prison or Harvard. We hire a man, not his history."
-Malcolm Forbes
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"People will tell you your dreams are impossible, impractical, too idealistic. Don't fall for that. For what is idealistic is what really works in everyday life, and especially in human relationships...
Make heroic choices.
Be idealistic, give yourself to something big, and remember that you can make a great difference. And, working together, we can and we will build the world of our dreams and a culture of meaning."
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"Never surrender."
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"Push it to the limit."
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"Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life."
-Joseph Conrad
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"Failure and its accompanying misery is for the artist his most vital source of creative energy."
-Montgomery Clift
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"The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time."
-Dante
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"It is all one to me if a man comes from Sing Sing Prison or Harvard. We hire a man, not his history."
-Malcolm Forbes
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"People will tell you your dreams are impossible, impractical, too idealistic. Don't fall for that. For what is idealistic is what really works in everyday life, and especially in human relationships...
Make heroic choices.
Be idealistic, give yourself to something big, and remember that you can make a great difference. And, working together, we can and we will build the world of our dreams and a culture of meaning."
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"Never surrender."
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"Push it to the limit."
And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.
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Be it gold, a philosophy, a destination, or even a person, once Mars in Taurus casts his or her eyes on any sight he (or she) digs his heels in deep and inwardly says, "This is mine". His entire being is focused and on the case and the follow-through can be taken to the bank.
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When we were young, we were scared of the monsters under our beds.
When we grew up, how did we forget about those monsters?
Only when we reach the grown up stage, we realize that we were the??? monsters all along.
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Be it gold, a philosophy, a destination, or even a person, once Mars in Taurus casts his or her eyes on any sight he (or she) digs his heels in deep and inwardly says, "This is mine". His entire being is focused and on the case and the follow-through can be taken to the bank.
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When we were young, we were scared of the monsters under our beds.
When we grew up, how did we forget about those monsters?
Only when we reach the grown up stage, we realize that we were the??? monsters all along.
Life Is Fine
By Langston Hughes
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.
But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!
The reasonable man adapts to the world. The unreasonable man expects the world to adapt to him. Therefore all progress is made by unreasonable men.
~ Georgre Bernard Shaw
(and women)
~ Georgre Bernard Shaw
(and women)
Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.
~ Helen Keller
Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force.
~Yoda
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all.
~Emily Dickenson
"We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the
still small stirring within, the little whisper that says,
Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone's plea.
You have a part to play. Have faith.'
We can decide to risk that He is indeed there, watching, caring, cherishing
us as we love and accept love. The world will be a better place for it.
And wherever they are, the angels will dance."
~Joan Wester Anderson
"To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic."
~Alphonse de Lamartine
~ Helen Keller
Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force.
~Yoda
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all.
~Emily Dickenson
"We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the
still small stirring within, the little whisper that says,
Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone's plea.
You have a part to play. Have faith.'
We can decide to risk that He is indeed there, watching, caring, cherishing
us as we love and accept love. The world will be a better place for it.
And wherever they are, the angels will dance."
~Joan Wester Anderson
"To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic."
~Alphonse de Lamartine
Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all.
~ Harriet Van Horne
A good cook is the peculiar gift of the gods. He must be a perfect creature from the brain to the palate, from the palate to the finger's end.
~ Walter Savage Landor
A cheese may disappoint. It may be dull, it may be naive, it may be oversophisticated. Yet it remains cheese, milk's leap toward immortality.
~ Clifton Fadiman
A cup of coffee - real coffee - home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a hazel-eye, but changes to a golden bronze as you temper it with cream that never cheated, but was real cream from its birth, thick, tenderly yellow, perfectly sweet, neither lumpy nor frothing on the Java: such a cup of coffee is a match for twenty blue devils and will exorcise them all.
~ Henry Ward Beecher
A tiny radish of passionate scarlet, tipped modestly in white.
~ Clementine Paddleford
Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone.
~ Jim Fiebig
All millionaires love a baked apple.
~ Ronald Firbank
Anyone who eats three meals a day should understand why cookbooks outsell sex books three to one.
~ L. M. Boyd
Approaching the stove, she would don a voluminous apron, toss some meat on a platter, empty a skillet of its perfectly cooked a point vegetables, sprinkle a handful of chopped parsley over all, and then, like a proficient striptease artist, remove the apron, allowing it to fall to the floor with a shake of her hips.
~ Bert Greene
Cooking is a creation. As a creation, it is a personalized view of the way we like to express our feelings. It is how we share our sense of art, our knowledge, and our taste with other people. Food, after all, is not merely a product. It is necessary to our sustenance. Food is the support of life and is the center of the way we live when we take a moment to sit down and share life, share conversation, and share joy. That is the joy of cooking, which is a cliche, and yet is it the ultimate way we really fulfill ourselves and those around us. When people come to us and reach out to us, we must reach out with a very personalized and individual way of expressing our beliefs.
~ Piero Selvaggio
There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that of a beautiful woman in the act of cooking dinner for someone she loves.
~ Alice Adams
~ Harriet Van Horne
A good cook is the peculiar gift of the gods. He must be a perfect creature from the brain to the palate, from the palate to the finger's end.
~ Walter Savage Landor
A cheese may disappoint. It may be dull, it may be naive, it may be oversophisticated. Yet it remains cheese, milk's leap toward immortality.
~ Clifton Fadiman
A cup of coffee - real coffee - home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a hazel-eye, but changes to a golden bronze as you temper it with cream that never cheated, but was real cream from its birth, thick, tenderly yellow, perfectly sweet, neither lumpy nor frothing on the Java: such a cup of coffee is a match for twenty blue devils and will exorcise them all.
~ Henry Ward Beecher
A tiny radish of passionate scarlet, tipped modestly in white.
~ Clementine Paddleford
Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone.
~ Jim Fiebig
All millionaires love a baked apple.
~ Ronald Firbank
Anyone who eats three meals a day should understand why cookbooks outsell sex books three to one.
~ L. M. Boyd
Approaching the stove, she would don a voluminous apron, toss some meat on a platter, empty a skillet of its perfectly cooked a point vegetables, sprinkle a handful of chopped parsley over all, and then, like a proficient striptease artist, remove the apron, allowing it to fall to the floor with a shake of her hips.
~ Bert Greene
Cooking is a creation. As a creation, it is a personalized view of the way we like to express our feelings. It is how we share our sense of art, our knowledge, and our taste with other people. Food, after all, is not merely a product. It is necessary to our sustenance. Food is the support of life and is the center of the way we live when we take a moment to sit down and share life, share conversation, and share joy. That is the joy of cooking, which is a cliche, and yet is it the ultimate way we really fulfill ourselves and those around us. When people come to us and reach out to us, we must reach out with a very personalized and individual way of expressing our beliefs.
~ Piero Selvaggio
There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that of a beautiful woman in the act of cooking dinner for someone she loves.
~ Alice Adams
"There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love."
???I should be committed to an institution immediately for even thinking I could get away with that. These two things are opposing, they oppose one another. To be a director you have to be in complete control of the set, complete control of the surroundings, and very aware of what's going on, what's being used and what's not being used... It's insanity. To be an actor you have to be, in a sense, out of control.??
???...What I like does tend to be left-field. I feel somehow much more comfortable playing it. I relate more easily than I do when I run across straight roles. I hate the obvious stuff, I just don't respond to it.??
???Tomorrow it'll all be over, then I'll have to go back to selling pens again.??
-Johnny Depp
???I should be committed to an institution immediately for even thinking I could get away with that. These two things are opposing, they oppose one another. To be a director you have to be in complete control of the set, complete control of the surroundings, and very aware of what's going on, what's being used and what's not being used... It's insanity. To be an actor you have to be, in a sense, out of control.??
???...What I like does tend to be left-field. I feel somehow much more comfortable playing it. I relate more easily than I do when I run across straight roles. I hate the obvious stuff, I just don't respond to it.??
???Tomorrow it'll all be over, then I'll have to go back to selling pens again.??
-Johnny Depp
Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience."
~ Victoria Holt
Sometimes we tend to be in despair when the person we love leaves us, but the truth is, it's not our loss, but theirs, for they left the only person who wouldn't give up on them.
~ Author Unknown
I refuse to let what happened to me make me bitter.
I still completely believe in love and
I'm open to anything that will happen to me.
~ Nicole Kidman
The fact is that it is predominantly men who bring about the conditions that lead to divorce. I plead with the men of this Church to look for and nurture the divinity that lies within their companions.
~ Gordon Hinckley
For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 40 +, there is a balding, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress.
Ladies, I apologize.
~Andy Rooney
Most men act so tough and strong on the outside because on the inside, we are scared, weak and fragile. Men, not women, are the weaker sex.
~Jerry Rubin
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.
~Joan Crawford
The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice.
It's in the gentle words he whispers.
The strength of a man isn't how many buddies he has.
It's how good of buddies he is with his children.
The strength of a man isn't in how respected he is at work.
It's in how respected he is at home.
The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits.
It's in how tender he touches.
The strength in a man isn't in the hair on his chest.
It's in his Heart . . . that lies within his chest.
The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift.
It's in the burdens he can carry.
~Sermon Fodder
It matters more what's in a woman's face, than what's on it.
~Claudette Colbert
~ Victoria Holt
Sometimes we tend to be in despair when the person we love leaves us, but the truth is, it's not our loss, but theirs, for they left the only person who wouldn't give up on them.
~ Author Unknown
I refuse to let what happened to me make me bitter.
I still completely believe in love and
I'm open to anything that will happen to me.
~ Nicole Kidman
The fact is that it is predominantly men who bring about the conditions that lead to divorce. I plead with the men of this Church to look for and nurture the divinity that lies within their companions.
~ Gordon Hinckley
For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 40 +, there is a balding, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress.
Ladies, I apologize.
~Andy Rooney
Most men act so tough and strong on the outside because on the inside, we are scared, weak and fragile. Men, not women, are the weaker sex.
~Jerry Rubin
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.
~Joan Crawford
The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice.
It's in the gentle words he whispers.
The strength of a man isn't how many buddies he has.
It's how good of buddies he is with his children.
The strength of a man isn't in how respected he is at work.
It's in how respected he is at home.
The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits.
It's in how tender he touches.
The strength in a man isn't in the hair on his chest.
It's in his Heart . . . that lies within his chest.
The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift.
It's in the burdens he can carry.
~Sermon Fodder
It matters more what's in a woman's face, than what's on it.
~Claudette Colbert
Only those in tune with nature seem to pick up on the energy in the wind. All sorts of things get swept off in the breeze.....ghosts, pieces of soul, voices unsung, thoughts repressed, love uncherished, and thousands galore of spiritual ether.
~ Drew Sirtors
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
~ Hal Borland
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
~ Thomas Browne
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
~ Anais Nin
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
~ Thomas Moore
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
~ William Shakespeare
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
~ Rose Kennedy
Every man may reign secure in his petty tyranny, and spread terror and desolation around him, until the trump of the Archangel shall excite different emotions in his soul
~ James Otis
Any intelligent fool can make things bigger and more complex... It takes a touch of genius - and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction.
~ Albert Einstein
'How do you know so much about everything?' was asked of a very wise and intelligent man; and the answer was 'By never being afraid or ashamed to ask questions as to anything of which I was ignorant.'
~ John Abbott
I see humanity now as one vast plant, needing for its highest fulfillment only love, the natural blessings of the great outdoors, and intelligent crossing and selection.
~ Luther Burbank
I want to find someone on the earth so intelligent that he welcomes opinions which he condemns.
~ John Jay Chapman
Intelligent or not, we all make mistakes and perhaps the intelligent mistakes are the worst, because so much careful thought has gone into them.
~ Peter Ustinov
~ Drew Sirtors
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
~ Hal Borland
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
~ Thomas Browne
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
~ Anais Nin
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
~ Thomas Moore
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
~ William Shakespeare
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
~ Rose Kennedy
Every man may reign secure in his petty tyranny, and spread terror and desolation around him, until the trump of the Archangel shall excite different emotions in his soul
~ James Otis
Any intelligent fool can make things bigger and more complex... It takes a touch of genius - and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction.
~ Albert Einstein
'How do you know so much about everything?' was asked of a very wise and intelligent man; and the answer was 'By never being afraid or ashamed to ask questions as to anything of which I was ignorant.'
~ John Abbott
I see humanity now as one vast plant, needing for its highest fulfillment only love, the natural blessings of the great outdoors, and intelligent crossing and selection.
~ Luther Burbank
I want to find someone on the earth so intelligent that he welcomes opinions which he condemns.
~ John Jay Chapman
Intelligent or not, we all make mistakes and perhaps the intelligent mistakes are the worst, because so much careful thought has gone into them.
~ Peter Ustinov
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The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.
- Samuel Johnson
- Samuel Johnson
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."
It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer from her book THE INVITATION (c) 1999.
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."
It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer from her book THE INVITATION (c) 1999.
dancing with angles sounds like fun 
He and I
by Lang Leav
When words run dry,
he does not try,
nor do I.
We are on par.
He just is,
I just am
and we just are.
by Lang Leav
When words run dry,
he does not try,
nor do I.
We are on par.
He just is,
I just am
and we just are.
???We all need someone to look at us. we can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. the first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public. the second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. they are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners. they are happier than the people in the first category, who, when they lose their public, have the feeling that the lights have gone out in the room of their lives. this happens to nearly all of them sooner or later. people in the second category, on the other hand, can always come up with the eyes they need. then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. one day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark. and finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. they are the dreamers.??
?? Milan Kundera
?? Milan Kundera
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