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Postby dks » Tue Sep 04, 2007 11:56 pm

"You were born an original, don't die a copy."

My neighborhood dentist's billboard

Says much, I think... :wink:
"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the Truth of Imagination."
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Postby Heaven/Hell » Wed Sep 05, 2007 2:11 pm

Ain't it the truth as well, dks!

I think this is about my fifth Shelley quotation; but those who dare complain and as such aren't familiar with his works know not what they are missing. Shelley's poetry, in its cadence, its flowing, its sheer burning for spiritual affinity and affectation, just seems to awaken some sort of glimmer in myself that answers to it as a reply. (The italics in the passage that follows are my own.)


'The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats though unseen among us; visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower;
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,
It visits with inconstant glance
Each human heart and countenance;
Like hues and harmonies of evening,
Like clouds in starlight widely spread,
Like memory of music fled,
Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.

Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?
Why dost thou pass away and leave our state,
This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
Ask why the sunlight not for ever
Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain-river,
Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown,
Why fear and dream and death and birth
Cast on the daylight of this earth
Such gloom
, why man has such a scope
For love and hate, despondency and hope?'
- Stanzas I and II, Hymn to Intellectual Beauty
"Language has not the power that Love indites: The Soul lies buried in the ink that writes" ~ John Clare
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Postby Heaven/Hell » Tue Sep 11, 2007 12:47 pm

I know not what my secret is,
I know but it is mine;
I know to dwell with it bliss,
To die for it divine.
I cannot yield it in a kiss
Nor breathe it in a sigh;
Enough that I have lived for this,
For this, my love, I die.
- Andrew Lang, Song to the Subconscious Self
"Language has not the power that Love indites: The Soul lies buried in the ink that writes" ~ John Clare
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Postby Saturn » Fri Sep 14, 2007 11:37 am

"Why love, if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore: only the life I have lived. Twice in that life I've been given the choice: as a boy and as a man. The boy chose safety, the man chooses suffering. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal."
-William Nicholson.
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Postby Saturn » Sat Sep 15, 2007 10:13 am

"If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities."
~Maya Angelou~
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Postby Heaven/Hell » Sat Sep 22, 2007 12:46 pm

"Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens."
- Alphonse de Lamartine
"Language has not the power that Love indites: The Soul lies buried in the ink that writes" ~ John Clare
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Postby Saturn » Fri Sep 28, 2007 9:26 am

"The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember."
-Harold Pinter.
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Postby Heaven/Hell » Fri Sep 28, 2007 11:41 am

Saturn wrote:"The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember."
-Harold Pinter.


Sounds more like a line out of 1984... ;)
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Postby Malia » Fri Sep 28, 2007 5:05 pm

This is more than a quote--it is an entire poem by one of the greatest poets to ever breathe (in my estimation). The poet of whom I speak is the great Sufi poet, Rumi. His birthday is on Sunday (he'll be 800 years old :) ) and in honor of him, I thought I'd post a poem.

My family considers me fairly morbid, :lol: and I guess they are right because as I read this poem, I thought to myself "this would be perfect to read at a funeral or memorial service".

Night and Sleep

At the time of night prayer as the sun slides down,
the route the senses walk on closes, and the route to the invisible opens.
The angel of sleep then gathers and drives along the spirits,
just as the mountain keeper gathers his sheep on the slope.
And what amazing sights he offers to the descending sheep.
Cities with sparkling streets, hyacinth gardens, emerald pastures.
The spirit sees astounding beings, turtles turned to men,
men turned to angels, when sleep erases the banal.
I think one could say the spirit goes back to its old home;
it no longer remembers where it lives, it loses its fatigue.
It carries around in life so many griefs and loads
and trembles under their weight. But in sleep they are all gone. All is well.
Stay Awake!
--Anthony deMello
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Postby Malia » Fri Sep 28, 2007 5:29 pm

Again, this is not a quote but an entire poem--a great poem about the essence of leadership (I'm going to have to get it embroidered on my pillowcases! :lol: ). It's really thoughtful and uplifting--and speaks of how essential balance is in all our undertakings. Wise words, indeed.

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!


--Rudyard Kipling
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Postby Saturn » Fri Sep 28, 2007 10:18 pm

“…sorrow is not felt at the loss of what has never been enjoyed, but at the deprivation of joys which experience has made familiar.”
-Thucydides, Pericles’ Funeral Speech
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Postby Heaven/Hell » Sat Sep 29, 2007 11:48 am

"Self-contemplation is a curse,
That makes an old soul worse.
For he who himself does loathe,
Grows diseased in flesh and spirit both."
- Theodore Roethke
"Language has not the power that Love indites: The Soul lies buried in the ink that writes" ~ John Clare
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Postby Saturn » Sat Sep 29, 2007 9:16 pm

^^That's me alright :( :( :( :(
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Postby Heaven/Hell » Thu Oct 04, 2007 12:20 pm

If there were no despair in the artist, residing along with passion in his soul, art would not exist. Passion is the life-blood of poetry and all art.
- not Schiller or Coleridge but one of my own ;)
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Postby Malia » Thu Oct 04, 2007 4:30 pm

Oy, all this passion and emotion. . .it's wearing me out. Where's the chocolate ice cream?

(A brand new quote by Malia :lol: )
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