This is a collection of quotes, poems and writings that may interest you. None of them are by me and all authors are credited unless unknown.
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The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice -- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -- determined to save the only life you could save. Mary Oliver Swift and subtle and thin are the arrows of art. They strike through the gold of the skin to the gold of the heart. As you sit there, mighty in bronze, I adore the twist - Of the miracle ankle gripped by the miracle wrist. Aleister Crowley Live for Today We should live each day for the moment For the moment is all that we've got We should never look backwards or forwards - Stop pining for that which is not. The happiest people among us Are those who have faith in today. Tomorrow should never concern us And yesterday's so far away.... So live for the day and be happy Take pleasure in all that you do And the more you can live for each moment, The more joy each day will bring you. Author unknown I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own. The Prisoner I so liked Spring last year Because you were here; The thrushes too Because it was these you so liked to hear - I so liked you. This year's a different thing, I'll not think of you. But I'll like Spring because it is simply Spring As the thrushes do. Charlotte Mew I'll send her down - The Mary Maude And every man on her aboard. For not a single soul can tell The way to break a witch's spell Gobbolino, Storyteller |
I took a trip on a train and I thought about you
I passed a shadowy lane and I thought about you Two or three cars parked under the stars - a winding stream Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam, the same old dream. And every stop that we made, I thought about you When I pulled down the shade then I really felt blue, I peeked through the crack and looked at the track - The one going back to you. And what did I do? I thought about you. Frank Sinatra I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens Only something in me understands. The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses. Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands. EE Cummings Time casts its spell on you But you won't forget me.... I know I could have loved you But you would not let me. I'll follow you down to the sound of my voice - It haunts you. You'll never get away from the sound of the woman who loves you. Stevie Nicks When I was five years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down 'happy'. They told me I didn't understand the assignment. I told them they didn't understand life. John Lennon “‘You," he said, "Are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.’” Emilie Autumn In this world We walk on the roof of hell Gazing at flowers Kobayashi Issa The great question is not whether you have failed, but whether you are content with failure. Chinese Proverb When you once believed that all you had could never be enough so you threw it away only to find you were now the richest woman alive. Purplepoetry77 Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind. T.S.Eliot Sink me the ship, Master Gunner - sink her, split her in twain. Fall into the hands of God, not into the hands of Spain! Alfred Lord Tennyson |
