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Just fabulous.
The Conjugation of the Paramecium
by Muriel Rukeyser This has nothing to do with propagating The species is continued as so many are (among the smaller creatures) by fission (and this species is very small next in order to the amoeba, the beginning one) The paramecium achieves, then, immortality by dividing But when the paramecium desires renewal strength another joy this is what the paramecium does: The paramecium lies down beside another paramecium Slowly inexplicably the exchange takes place in which some bits of the nucleus of each are exchanged for some bits of the nucleus of the other This is called the conjugation of the paramecium. |
"Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme." Pablo Neruda, Poesia "And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me." Pablo Neruda, Poetry |
"Its great being a blonde. With low expectations , its very easy to surprise people. " - Pamela Anderson
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Impossible has two letters too many.
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Anyone can carry his burden, however hard, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, till the sun goes down. And this is all life really means. ~Robert Louis Stevenson
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"although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness noone can quite begin to guess" |
It is the spirit and not the form of law that keeps justice alive. ~Earl Warren
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I'd make a million trips to his lips if I were a bee because he's sweeter than sugar candy to me.
(said by my friend Jenna) |
“Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect -and I don't live to be- but before you start pointing fingers... make sure you hands are clean!” ― Bob Marley |
On this Anniversary of Historic Importance
Elie Wiesel on the Freeing of the Nazi Death Camps
That day I encountered the first American soldiers in the Buchenwald concentration camp. I remember them well. Bewildered, disbelieving, they walked around the place, hell on earth, where our destiny had been played out. They looked at us, just liberated, and did not know what to do or say. Survivors snatched from the dark throes of death, we were empty of all hope— too weak, too emaciated to hug them or even speak to them. Like lost children, the American soldiers wept and wept with rage and sadness. And we received their tears as if they were heartrending offerings from a wounded and generous humanity. |
One night I had a wonderous dream, One set of foot prints there was seen, The footprints of my precious Lord, But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared, And I asked the Lord,"What have we here?" Those prints are large and round and neat. But Lord, the are to big for feet. "My child," He said in somber tones, "For miles I carried you alone I challenged you to walk in faith, But you refused and made me wait." "You disobeyed, you would not grow, The walk of faith, you would not know, So I got tired, I got fed up, And there I dropped you on your butt." "Because in life, there comes a time, When one must fight, and one must climb, When one must rise and take a stand, Or leave their butt prints in the sand." Have a great week end Folks! |
"A dog is the only thing on earth that will love you more than you love yourself." ~ Josh Billings |
The test of courage comes when we are in the minority. The test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority. ~Ralph W. Sockman
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“Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend." |
Wow! Powerful and heart-wrenching...
Heathcliff to Cathy responding to Cathy's comment that her husband loved her:
"If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a lifetime, he couldn't love you half as much as I love you in a single day!" 'Wuthering Heights' |
Sonnet XCV
Whoever desired each other as we do? Let us look
For the ancient ashes of hearts that burned, And let our kisses touch there, one by one, Till the flower, disembodied, rises again. Let us love that Desire that consumed its own fruit And went down, aspect and power, into the earth: We are its continuing light, Its indestructible, fragile seed. -- Neruda |
Truth stood on one side and Ease on the other; it has often been so.
~Theodore Parker |
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A cierta edad, un poco por amor propio, otro poco por picardía, las cosas que más deseamos son las que fingimos no desear. ~ Marcel Proust
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I need a new quote
My profile quote no longer fits. It spoke to me for many years.
My shell has cracked and my icy heart has melted...must find new one that speaks to me of rebirth. ".. Take me...whose shell must be cracked, whose heart is ice, who needs your heat" ~Dorothy Allison |
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