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Can we just take a minute to think about how, if I were to put up an identifiable nude picture of myself, on my own blog, taken in my own bathroom, it could come back around an ruin my life?
let’s just think about how, no matter what I do with my life - become a teacher, a lawyer, a scientist, a professor - a photograph of my naked body could render largely null and void the value that others would be willing to give to me. It would not matter if I were a virgin - it would not matter if I meant them for a lover’s eyes only - it would not matter whether or not I did it for money - my own naked body could actually ruin my life and my work. Can we just think about that? That is powerful, and not in a good way. ~some blogger/unknown |
The game of life is a game of boomerangs. Our thoughts, deeds and words return to us sooner or later with astounding accuracy. – Florence Scovel Shinn
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“In societies that worship money and success, the losers become objects of scorn. Those who work the hardest for the least are called lazy. Those forced to live in substandard housing are thought to be the authors of substandard lives. Those who do not finish high school or cannot afford to go to college are considered deficient or inept.”
Michael Parenti |
Compassion hurts.
When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors. — Andrew Boyd |
"this is life and our part is to be kind. it is not our part to see that the other person makes the right use of our kindness. if we think about that we tend to forget our part." ~unknown
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“Don’t be afraid to go after what you want to do, and what you want to be. But don’t be afraid to be willing to pay the price.”- Lane Frost
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“Some people make you feel love in your heart. If you're lucky once in a lifetime you feel it all way into our soul. Those are the ones who you can't forget.” ― Judith McNaught
“I strongly believe that love is the answer and that it can mend even the deepest unseen wounds. Love can heal, love can console, love can strengthen, and yes, love can make change.” ― Somaly Mam “When you go, if you go, And I should want to die, there's nothing I'd be saved by more than the time you fell asleep in my arms in a trust so gentle I let the darkening room drink up the evening, till rest, or the new rain lightly roused you awake. I asked if you heard the rain in your dream and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.” ― Edwin Morgan, |
"He made the world to be a grassy road before her wandering feet."
W. B. Yeats |
Portion of a Modern Psalm
I do not have to prove to you that God loves even me It will be proof enough to sit with you at the table But if that blood won't cover me You'll hear me shout God's praises to the very gates of Hell Stevie Hoven |
"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'."
~Unknown |
--Jim Morrison
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first.”
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In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them. -Pablo Neruda |
“Any wrongdoing you do to anybody, come out plain – ‘Madam, I have wronged you. Forgive me.’ That will make me feel happy. Without a cent, I will accept it. But when you have wronged me, you roam around, I see you, I know what you have done to me, it pains me. But when you voice it, reconciliation will go and I will be very peaceful. This is what we need here.” —Isata Ndoleh, Mommy Queen, Kailahun District, Sierra Leone |
Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.
Hafiz |
My Sword
"When I was a child
I had my sword. I took it out once and proudly displayed it. Such pride. Such reverence. I was punished. So I sheath my sword. When I was a teenager I had my sword. I took it out once and proudly displayed it. Such pride. Such manliness. I was punished. So I sheath my sword. When I was a warrior. I had my sword. I took it out once and proudly displayed it. I was willing to fight. To be the man I knew I was. Such dignity. Such honor. Such a dashing warrior. I was punished. So I sheath my sword. When I fell in love, I had my sword. I took it out once and proudly displayed it. Such humility. Such trepidation. Such dignity. I thought the time right, the woman right. I was punished. So I sheath my sword. Could no longer take the pain, the guilt. My pride is gone filled by shame, my reverence disappears, my manliness no longer exists, should not exist, has no right to exist. It never really existed. I feel I shall never be called upon to fight the good fight for a woman, to bravely protect a woman, to stand tall for a woman, to have a woman lean on me. I bury my sword deeply, wipe its memory from my mind. I no longer want it. I bow my head in sorrow, defeated, no tears shed. Only sorrow, shame, guilt. I was not, could not, will not, ever be who I thought I was. I am not a man. I am not a woman. I am nothing. I only exist as a joke. I only breath. I wait. I wait for death. I invite death. I beg death. There is nothing, a vacuum, no life, nothing left to be. When I was older and single, I remembered I had my sword. I took it out once and proudly displayed it to myself. I stroked my sword, it came alive in my hand. There was no punishment. No fear. No regret. There was life. I breathe the air with gusto. I stand tall in my boots. I stand straighter. I live my life with curiosity, with hope. Such pride. Such reverence. Such dignity. Such a dashing warrior. Such manliness. I did not sheath my sword. When I was older a beautiful woman came to me. I knew I had my sword, I took it out once and proudly displayed it to her. She smiled up at me. She gently reached her hands out and held my sword, my soul, my fears, my ego, my pride, my manliness, all of me. She held my sword with such pleasure in her eyes. She held my sword with happiness, gentleness, firmness, She held my sword with love. I live. I love. I thank her." ~DJ |
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“It has always seemed that a fear of judgment is the mark of guilt and the burden of insecurity.” ― Criss Jami
“Weak people believe what is forced on them. Strong people what they wish to believe, forcing that to be real.” ― Gene Wolfe "The road to peace is not passive. The passive rarely know peace. For they fear the fight, and the path and the journey. It is the warrior who knows true peace . If the passive are to taste peace at all , it is because the warrior has sacrificed." - Unknown |
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“To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent.”
Buddha |
"So as marriage is the covenant, vows are the entrance into that commitment. The first step down the road that they will travel together, for the remainder of their lives." ~ Anonymous
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