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If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. ~David Carradine
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"It is for us to pray not for tasks equal to our powers, but for powers equal to our tasks, to go forward with a great desire forever beating at the door of our hearts as we travel toward our distant goal." - Helen Keller |
"When one door is closed, don't you know, another is open." - Bob Marley |
"In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door to open, except yourself." - Jiddu Krishnamurti |
Mary McLeod Bethune
"If we accept and acquiesce in the face of discrimination, we accept the responsibility ourselves. We should, therefore, protest openly everything ... that smacks of discrimination or slander." |
Dalai Lama
Sometimes harsh words or physical intervention may be called for. Patience safeguards our inner composure: we are in a stronger position to judge an appropriately non-violent response than if we are overwhelmed by negative thoughts and emotions. It is the opposite of cowardice, which arises when confidence is lost as a result of fear. Being patient means we remain firm even if we are afraid. :praying:
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Sensuality without love is a sin; love without sensuality is worse than a sin.
~Jose Bergamin |
What is classical music if not the epitome of sensuality, passion, and understated erotica that popular music, even with all of its energy and life, cannot even begin to touch?
~Lara St. John |
According to a Japanese legend, two monks were walking down the road when they saw a finely dressed young woman standing before a large mud puddle. She explained that she had no way of crossing the water without ruining her clothes. Without saying a word, the first monk picked her up in his arms and lifted her safely across the obstacle. A few hours later the second monk said in an accusatory tone, "How could you have picked up that lady? Don't you know that the rules strictly forbid us to touch a member of the opposite sex?" His friend smiled and then replied, "I put the woman down back at the puddle. Are you still carrying her?" |
"Nothing is so contagious as enthusiasm; it moves stones, it charms brutes. Enthusiasm is the genius of sincerity, and truth accomplishes no victories without it."
-Edward Bulwer-Lytto |
All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him.(f)
Buddha Indian, Leader Quotes |
Straightforwardness without civility is like a surgeon's knife, effective but unpleasant. Candor with courtesy is helpful and admirable- Sri Yukeswar
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" The bigger stones give it character. The rock is what makes this waterfall."
-Paul Collins |
“Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man”
Friedrich Nietzsche |
Dont wonder why people go crazy,
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"Tis' better to live your own life imperfectly than to imitate someone else's perfectly."
— Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia) |
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“How soon 'not now' becomes 'never'.” -Martin Luther |
"Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life." ~ Brian Andreas, "Storypeople"
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New York School poet
Tears, Oily Tears . . .
James Schuyler Crying is a habit with me. You mustn’t mind: onions make me smog headlines in the Daily News, not getting enough sleep going to the movies and not going. Fear of getting bawled out by people shorter than me, animals in zoos, deserted buses late at night, teargas, hunger, frustration sob and, oh, yes, superfluous lines of verse and great beauty move me to tears, sliding out of me like oil out of an over-oiled electric fan |
This Room
John Ashbery The room I entered was a dream of this room. Surely all those feet on the sofa were mine. The oval portrait of a dog was me at an early age. Something shimmers, something is hushed up. We had macaroni for lunch every day except Sunday, when a small quail was induced to be served to us. Why do I tell you these things? You are not even here. |
Humility is one of my best attributes, humbly speaking of course.
(overheard at work) I love actors... |
Oh, I Wish I'd Looked After Me Tits
By Pam Ayres Oh, I wish I'd looked after me dear old knockers, Not flashed them to boys behind the school lockers, Or let them get fondled by randy old dockers, Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits. 'Cos now I'm much older and gravity's winning. It's Nature's revenge for all that sinning, And those dirty memories are rapidly dimming, Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits 'Cos tits can be such troublesome things When they no longer bounce, but dangle and swing. And although they go well with my Bingo wings, I wish I'd looked after me tits. When they're both long enough to tie up in a bow, When it's not the sweet chariot that swings low, When they're less of a friend and more of a foe, Then I wish I'd looked after me tits. When I was young I got whistles and hoots, From the men on the site to the men in the suits, Now me nipples get stuck in the zips on me boots, Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits When I was younger I rode bikes and scooters, Cruising around with my favourite suitors. Now the wheels get entangled with my dangling hooters, I wish I'd looked after me tits. When they follow behind and get trapped in the door, When they're less in the air and more near the floor, When people see less of them rather than more, Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits |
Henry Miller
"Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind."
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“I don't at all like knowing what people say of me behind my back. It makes me far too conceited.” - Oscar Wilde |
“And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.” - Pablo Neruda :rrose: |
"I'll always be beside you until the very end, wiping all your tears away, being your best friend. I'll smile when you smile and feel all the pain you do, and if you cry a single tear, I promise I'll cry too." - Anonymous |
You were my little babygirl,
and I shared all your fears. Such joy to hold you in my arms, and kiss away your tears. But now you're gone, there's only pain and nothing I can do. And I don't want to live this life, if I can't live for you. - Sid Vicious (Sex Pistols) "We had a death pact, and I have to keep my end of the bargain. Please bury me next to my baby in my leather jacket, jeans, and motorcycle boots good-bye."- Note found on his body. |
One more from Brian...
"if there is any secret to this life i live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. and there is nothing more to it than that." ~ Brian Andreas, "Storypeople"
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It is no longer enough to be lusty. One must be a sexual gourmet.;)
George F. Will 1941-, American Political Columnist |
from: The Difficulty of Living on Other Planets...
"Frisky, most silver, serene---
bright step at the margins of air, you tiny colosus and winsome and master me, easy in sunlight, you gracious one come to me, live in my life." ~ Dennis Lee |
She Sings Songs Without Words
by Harry Chapin I was thrown on the cobblestones, tossed at her feet My fool's mouth was filled with the dust from the street An out of work court jester with nowhere to go And no need to speak, for she seemed to know She sings the songs without words Songs that sailors, and blind men, and beggars have heard She knows more of love than the poets can say And her eyes are for something that won't go away This mad mocking town, and its dishonored guest Disappeared in the colors that danced on her dress She led me to safety in a forest of green And showed my stale eyes some sights never seen She sings the songs without words Songs that sailors, and blind men, and beggars have heard She knows more of love than the poets can say And her eyes are for something that won't go away She spins magic and moonlight in her meadows and streams And seeks deep inside me and touches my dreams The morning comes smiling and I laugh with no sound And snuggle in silence and the sweet peace I've found And she sings the songs without words Songs that sailors, and blind men, and beggars have heard She knows more of love than the poets can say And her eyes are for something that won't go away No they won't go away Go away |
Woodie Guthrie wrote on his guitar....
This machine kills fascists.
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If you realized how powerful your thoughts are, you would never think a negative thought.
--Peace Pilgrim |
The trouble with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than with their minds. ~Will Durant
I would have preferred this quote to have said, "some" rather than "most" ... that said, I still like the intent of the quote. Jesse |
The Touch of the Masters Hand
Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile; "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for me?" "A dollar, a dollar"; then two!" "Only two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three? Three dollars, once; three dollars twice; going for three.." But no, from the room, far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody pure and sweet as caroling angel sings. The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said; "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow. A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? Two thousand! And who'll make it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and gone," said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand what changed its worth." Swift came the reply: "The touch of a master's hand." And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin, A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine; a game - and he travels on. "He is going" once, and "going twice, He's going and almost gone." But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul and the change that's wrought by the touch of the Master's hand. Myra 'Brooks' Welch |
"I like to walk alone on the country paths, rice plants and wild grasses on both sides; putting each foot down on the earth in mindfulness, knowing that I walk on the wondrous earth. In such moments, existence is a miraculous and mysterious path. People usually consider 'walking on water' or in 'thin air' a miracle: But I think the real miracle is not to 'walk on water' or in 'thin air;' but to walk on Earth. Everyday we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black curious eyes of a child: our own two eyes. All is a miracle."
~ Thich Nhat Hanh, "Miracle of Mindfulness" |
Don't try to be different. Just be good. To be good is different enough.
~Arthur Freed |
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