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Is there a "quote" thread yet???
*If not, I'll start:
THE ART OF PEACE The Art of Peace is the principle of nonresistance. Because it is nonresistant, it is victorious from the beginning. Those with evil intentions or contentious thoughts are instantly vanquished. The Art of Peace is invincible because it contends with nothing. ___ There are no contests in the Art of Peace. A true warrior is invincible because he or she contests with nothing. Defeat means to defeat the mind of contention that we harbor within. Quotes by: Morihei Ueshiba PEACE AND LOVE ALL!! :stillheart: WELCOME, WILD!! |
I think the fluff forums has a quote of the day thread
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And I just checked there and didn't see it!? (Well, this doesn't "have" to be only the quote of the day, I guess. Feel free anyone... or not.) 'Tis a thread now, I guess. *WILDCAT |
Oh wait maybe its your favorite quotes thread that I saw
but now we have this one too *thumbs up* |
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No, I really didn't see the other one. My apologies to the thread starter there. I just saw it NOW brought up on NEW POSTINGS! (That'll do it, I did!!) Sorry for my blindness. I really must get new glasses, not funny now! PEACE *I still didn't think quotes would be under fun and fluff though, but rather writing... perhaps that prevented me from "seeing". I really did look there though, in case! **Dusa, please close if you wish. No problem here... on my end. SMILE |
It happens Wildcat we miss things and such no worries here
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Just, my bad... I missed it... :doh: |
I agree with ya I kinda like the quote threads and the poetry stuff too
but my fave are the fluffy threads |
Oh, what the heck!
I see now there are several threads on the same "topics"...
"It's not what people call ya, it's what you answer to!" --Madea! :dogwalking: |
Actually, dedicate this to a red head...
Writing Lessons:
There are... still... so many books I want to read.. and reread... There are... still... so many places I want to travel.. to... There are... still... foods I want to eat... and drinks I want to sample... There are... blankets to lie upon or under... There are... pillows upon which to prop my books or my head... I definitely want to rocket to outer space... I also want to explore inner space... I know no one ever wished they had been meaner... Or hated more... Or spent more hours away from people they loved... I know that life is interesting and you can never go wrong Being interested. If I were giving advice I would say: Sing People who sing to themselves People who make variations on songs they know People who teach songs to other people These are the people other people want to be with and that will let you be a good writer Because There are... still... so many ideas to conceive __ NIKKI GIOVANNI :reader: |
Just being ourselves is the biggest fear of humans. We have learned to live our life trying to satisfy other people's demands. We have learned to live by other people's points of view because of the fear of not being accepted and of not being good enough for someone else. Don Miguel Ruiz What another would have done as well as you, do not do it. What another would have said as well as you, do not say it; what another would have written as well, do not write it. Be faithful to that which exists nowhere but in yourself--and thus make yourself indispensable. Andre Gide |
Seth on the Vibratory Nature of Existence
"Now the behavior of atoms and molecules is involved here, for again these are only present within your universe during certain stages. Their activity is perceived only during the range of particular vibratory rhythms. When your scientists examine them for example, they do not examine the nature, say, of an atom. They only explore the characteristics of an atom as it acts or shows itself within your system. Its greater reality completely escapes them. You understand that there are spectrums of light. So are there spectrums of matter. Your system of physical reality is not dense in comparison with some others. The dimensions that you give to physical matter barely begin to hint at the varieties of dimensions possible. Some systems are far heavier or lighter than your own, though this may not involve weight in the terms with which you are familiar. Probable actions emerge, then, into matter systems quite as valid as your own, and quite as consistent. You are used to thinking in single line thoughts, so you think of events that you know as complete things or actions, not realizing that what you perceive is but a fraction of their entire multidimensional existence. In greater terms, it is impossible to separate one physical event from the probable events, for these are all dimensions of one action. It is basically impossible to separate the "you" that you know from the probable you's of which you are unaware, for the same reasons. There are always inner pathways, however, leading between probable events; since all of them are manifestations of an act in its becoming, then the dimensions between these are illusions. The physical brain alone cannot pick up these connections with any great success. The mind, which is the inner counterpart of the brain, can at times perceive the far greater dimensions of any given event through a burst of sudden intuition or comprehension that cannot be adequately described on a verbal level. As I have said frequently, time as you think of it does not exist, yet in your terms, time's true nature could be understood if the basic nature of the atom was ever made known to you. In one way, an atom could be compared to a microsecond. It seems as if an atom "exists" steadily for a certain amount of time. Instead it phases in and out, so to speak. It fluctuates in a highly predictable pattern and rhythm. It can be perceived within your system only at certain points in this fluctuation, so it seems to scientists that the atom is steadily present. They are not aware of any gaps of absence as far as the atom is concerned. In those periods of nonphysical projection, the off periods of fluctuation, the atoms "appear" in another system of reality. In that system they are perceived in what are "on" points of fluctuation, and in that system also then the atoms (seem to) appear steadily. There are many such points of fluctuation, but your system of course is not aware of them, nor of the ultimate actions, universes, and systems that exist within them. Now the same sort of behavior occurs on a deep, basic, secret, and unexplored psychological level. The physically oriented consciousness, responding to one phase of the atom's activity, comes alive and awake to its particular existence, but in between are other fluctuations in which consciousness is focused upon entirely different systems of reality; each of these coming awake and responding, and each one having no sense of absence, and memory only of those particular fluctuations to which they respond." Seth, session 567 |
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most...We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. - Marianne Williamson |
~ Into YOUR Bed ~
My alarm wakes me… As I sit in the dark, staring at the clock… Wondering how much longer this is going to linger. I stare at myself in the mirror… Wondering where I went wrong. Wondering what I can’t give you. Wondering why you always stray. I feel my body naked in the shower. I feel every curve, every part of my woman hood. Wondering why this body wasn’t good enough for you. Wondering why you found more pleasure with a man. I weigh myself on the scale, and sure I don’t like what I see… But I’ve learned to love the body I am in. But she, she’s doesn’t have an ounce of fat on her, does she? I pull my boots on; throw my leather jacket over my shoulders… And wrap my legs around a motorcycle. Proud of myself and my bike… I wonder why what I have to offer isn’t good enough. I work long hours, straight weeks sometimes. My paychecks are great and she loves spending them. But that doesn’t matter to her. I stay sober and keep my head on straight. As I watch her, my lover, run to that man. That man with a drink at hand. When I come home, I hear of how great he is. How I should give him a chance, let him into our bed. I listen as she speaks his words, and tells me how much of an asshole I’ve become. Little does she know what she’s done. I choke on the tears in the back of my throat. And I hide behind my image. I am terrified to let it show that she killed me. My worst nightmare came true when I saw him laying there with you. As I lower my eyes to the end table, I saw your ring sitting there. The ring I gave you when I gave you my heart. Legs and arms wrapped around him, and your hands lay across his chest. As you both sleep peacefully. I was past the point of being angry. I just simply walked out. And made a vow to myself to never go back. ~JRL |
Dreams
Feelings that you give me make me dream Dream of life's secrets Your love is the joy that lets me live And your words that touch my soul are the lilies in my forest My orchid smells the sweet scent of passion As you go down between my thighs your eyes gaze You make me happy that I please you You go deep in me to smell the scent of love I spread wide for you to feel my soft body You caress me with your tongue You lick me softly My warm body attracts you deep into me The heat in me is the desire I can give you You are aroused and I can smell your breath The breath of lust has the scent of dreams Dreams that I worship Your tongue touches my clit and I moan My sweet water begins to flow As you lick my honey I moan again Your tongue touches my orchid again and I arch My breath quickens My moans grow wilder You make love to me so softly and gently You are my goddess The feelings you give me are the dreams of a virgin I remember that night when my blood flowed to touch the earth It was the dream that I became a woman It was the touch that made me see heaven and cry You took my heart and flew away I am the female of nature The female that stayed behind Stayed behind and waited For your dreams to make love to her again |
Tender Tears
My tears unite with the waves The honey in me seeks the ocean The cool breeze brings your breath to my heart As I imagine you touching me Your fingers slip down between my thighs And you go deep into my cave I hold you tightly as the ocean surrounds us I surrender to your touch My eyes close as I utter the word Love Spring that brought you to me is alive The warm sand will be the bed of our union I lay back on the shore as the waves break my heart And the twinkling stars in the sky of the dawn bring your body to mine I spread and open my mouth for your water I cry in joy A woman by the ocean... Tender tears that flow A cry in heaven And a love that is still to be born I need your touch Love Love Love |
Scents of Passion
We walk holding hands In a garden that exists in our hearts The rain keeps falling And we get wet My shirt is soaked with the falling drops You could see through me You could see through me as if I were naked And you bring me closer to you In your passioante embrace I feel your strength Your breasts touch mine Our bodies melt into one another And I feel more wet on my rose Your hand holds my breast tightly as you squeeze You squeeze with the touch of a woman crying for love And what I can do but visit your soul and mine I fly in this love to the Heaven You look through my soul and touch me deeper My wet rose longs for your fingers You unzip my trouser and you go inside I feel the snow melting to become hot springs I try to say I love you But I can't I just keep silent This is how passion should feel I am a bird on the trees Soft and tender I have to fly to show my beauty I need to mate to become myself I long for the dark nights Where birds sleep in peace They sleep on trees and find the warmth of love All I know I just want you in me You go down and take off my loose trouser And you lay me softly on the bed of green grass The red roses that surround us are like the maidens of desire Who mate together every time it rains As you strap on your strength and push it in me I turn my head to the side And just look at the red roses Yours keep going in and out and I moan deeply The red roses become like virgins touching themselves They are young and fresh And they touch each other and they giggle I need to breath for yours is strong I hear music playing as I feel the joy and pain of my passion I hold you firmly with my hands and pierce your flesh with my red nails Your blood flows on the soil As you push harder I spread wider and wider I am so desperate in this love I come and my eyes see the gray sky I turn my head and see the red roses watching me I smile to this euphoria of the soul Love is a silent touch Love is the scent of passion Love is the ancient song Love is the freedom The freedom to be a woman The freedom to love another woman And just be Just be |
Dancing Words
Words of love Ideas in our minds Feelings in strong hearts Hearts that need the tender touch Let me dance to the music The music that rocks my heart I just want to move my body to the music The music that makes me desire to be loved The lights become dim and suddenly they flash And the music continues to play I am dancing to a strange rythm A rythm that I can't understand Let my wild desires rage in my soul I just want to be touched Touch me and hold me close to you Let's rock and dance And there she is in her black leather Dancing madly to madness itself The words of love beat in my heart I am in a passionate mood She notices me staring at her Her beauty is wild yet attractive She begins to make her way to me And the music rocks us to a euphoria of souls Let's take the feelings of love in our hearts and move My world will never be the same without you You hold my hand and kiss me gently on my lips The music keeps playing She holds me closer to her And I feel like melting The smell of her body is exciting I come closer to smell her She notices and holds me even closer And the music makes us move in coherent steps Steps that make us shout to the rocking of love in our hearts I can feel her heart beating a music that Nature has often made me hear I kiss her watery lips And she responds in a way that makes me shake I shiver in her arms I need a friend that will make me happy And I need love I want to dream a new dream I want to feel needed again I need the feeling that someone longs to have me May She bless this new love in my life Even for a moment to feel love She brings me closer and we continue to dance I just want to scream and say I love you She holds my hand and tells me to follow her We make our way to the washroom She takes me inside And she looks at me and smiles She unbuttons my shirt Her hands find their way to my bra She holds my breasts and bring her mouth closer She begins to suck my nipples passionately I feel wet and she turns me round She brings her body closer to mine My back touches her breasts Her hand goes down to my hips She caresses me softly She kisses my neck She takes me to the stars of love And her fingers go under my shirt and down to my panties She touches me wildly like her soul And I open my mouth in desire and moan I bend as she pushes herself in me I need you in me I cry in desire I need to dance the steps of love She passionately makes love to me She kisses me all over And I orgasm and scream more please more She comes and I feel her wild soul in me She kisses me warmly and I feel happy And you gave me love And you gave me passion Words of love make me dance Dance to the call of Nature I need to be a woman A woman in love with words of passion and tenderness |
“The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.”
~G. K. Chesterton |
~**~Silently Waiting~**~ Beneath the moon I sit in wonderment of where you are this very moment. Thinking of all the wonderful things we will have to say when we connect. Visualizing the beauty that we will create together once in each others arms. Looking at the moon in full and knowing that as I look at it, you are doing the same at that very moment. Understanding we have purpose and have been drawn together by a much greater force than our own. It is through these reflection's that I feel you deeply. And await the day that you and I shall embrace and look into each others eyes. And feel within our core, The devine connection and meaning to our love. With loving thoughts and anxious mind... I sit Silently Awaiting!!! © Lady Pamela |
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~*~Translucent Eyes~*~ I gaze into your translucent eyes, As my mind is drawn within. A world of many truths and lies, Reflecting now and then. Your secret desires never told Of things you've wished to be Protective walls built very strong Created for personal safety A glimpse of Innocence shining through From things you do not know Yet an unwavering sense of maturity Of which you clearly show Hidden emotions of fearful thoughts Tucked away for none to see Those making you feel vulnerable From being all you can be A proud secure woman, head held high With integrity and confidence You present yourself with pride and grace That everyone can sense ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ © Written By: Lady Pamela © Photography By: Rhiannon "Of her own eye" Dedicated to: Rhiannon "My daughter" For giving me inspiration to write. |
Just a share not poetry...lol
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Its Been To Long... Its been to long since we have seen your face, our hearts are so broken we feel out of place. Everything has changed since you went away, Your smile, laugh & love is missing everyday. We wish you were still here & never had to go, its so hard to be here & not watch you grow. Wondering what you would be like today, But now all we can do is pray. Pray you are happy & healthy above, and that your getting so much love. Pictures of you always make us smile, and we try & remember that your only gone for awhile. We will see your face agan in Heaven so high, when we finally get the chance to fly to the sky. Shay never forget that we love you so much, and we are forever missing your touch. So fly high sweet angel & spread those wings, and we will see you someday with your angel wings. In tribute to my step daughter: Shay Shay And no I am not crying...just sharing...smiles |
May we not succumb to thoughts of violence and revenge today, but rather to thoughts of mercy and compassion. We are to love our enemies that they might be returned to their right minds.
Marianne Williamson |
William Parrish: Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. I say, fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head, and you listen to your heart. And I'm not hearing any heart. Cause the truth is, honey, there's no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try, cause if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.
Share this quote from the movie Meet Joe Black |
The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning, my pilot, sits; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move. In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead; As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardors of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of Heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine aery nest, As still as a brooding dove. That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone, And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,-- The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. https://www.outdoorphotographycanada...1325/rbw_0.jpg |
"Every single time you help somebody stand up, you are helping humanity rise." ― Steve Maraboli in Life, the Truth, and Being Free |
"All of sudden this shooting star went by, and all I could think was that they were listening to us somehow." — Nicholas Sparks (American Novelist & Screenwriter) http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6072/6...edf2ae4c_z.jpg |
Quoting ~>> Annie Proulx
(I really like her style of writing) “By January it had always been winter.” ― Annie Proulx, The Shipping News “It takes a year, nephew... a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.” ― Annie Proulx, The Shipping News “You stand there, braced. Cloud shadows race over the buff rock stacks as a projected film, casting a queasy, mottled ground rash. The air hisses and it is no local breeze but the great harsh sweep of wind from the turning of the earth. The wild country--indigo jags of mountain, grassy plain everlasting, tumbled stones like fallen cities, the flaring roll of sky--provokes a spiritual shudder. It is like a deep note that cannot be heard but is felt, it is like a claw in the gut... Other cultures have camped here a while and disappeared. Only earth and sky matter. Only the endlessly repeated flood of morning light. You begin to see that God does not owe us much beyond that.” ― Annie Proulx, Close Range |
"Always leave them wanting more," ~ Thelonius Monk http://music.tonnel.ru/music/2077153...orumtonnel.gif |
Forgiveness is the economy of the heart......Forgiveness saves the expense of anger, the cost of hatred,the waste of spirits. Hannah More
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“If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life, as an unfailing antidote against the boredom and disenchantments of later years, the sterile preoccupation with things artificial, the alienation from the sources of our strength,” ~ Rachel Carson (The Sense of Wonder, 1965). |
The way you live your day is a sentence in the story of your life. Each day you make the choice whether the sentence ends with a period, question mark, or an exclamation point. -Steve Maraboli- http://i00.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/5...-Wholesale.jpg |
Medicine My medicine has many contrasting flavours. Engrossed in, or perplexed by the differences between them, the patient forgets to suffer. -Leonard Cohen- (May 2007: The Book of Longing) |
You can observe a lot by just watching.
- Yogi Berra |
"A woman's dress should be like a barbed-wire fence:
Serving its purpose without obstructing the view," ~ Sophia Loren "If you haven't cried, your eyes can't be beautiful," ~ Sophia Loren "When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always thinks twice: Once for herself and once for her child," ~ Sophia Loren http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma...70eyo1_500.jpg *she just celebrated her birthday, she is now 78 yrs. old (September 20th, 1934) * |
"If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it,"
- Toni Morrison |
"How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world."
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"What the world needs now is love sweet love,"
-- Burt Bacharach -- |
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