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May the blessing of
the Strong Protector, the Bringer of Summer, the Spinner of the Day-Star, be upon me as I set forth today. Beauty of the glad day be mine, And with the beatitude of brightness, May I come home in joy. — Caitlin Matthews (Celtic Devotionals) |
Jürgen Habermas
The expanded concept of tolerance does not remain restricted to the sphere of religion but can be generally extended to tolerance of others who think differently in any way. Within today’s pluralist societies where the traditions of various linguistic and cultural communities come together, tolerance is always necessary "where ways of life challenge judgements in terms of both existential relevance and claims to truth and rightness" ~ J. Habermas
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silence is golden
“Tolerance implies no lack of commitment to one's own beliefs. Rather it condemns the oppression or persecution of others.”
--John Fitzgerald Kennedy |
“I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”
- Robert McCloskey |
"Either the rights to live and to die are both sacred, or neither is." ~Treska Lindsey
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checking my pulse ~ alix olsen
your face crept into that space between my reflex and my resolve
kinda like the crevice you don't notice til it takes down the damn wall. and now we are sitting in the window your forehead is red-hot and touching my knee and I am checking my pulse, making sure it hasn't quit on me. and I'm sorry if you think that I knew what I was doing I guess what I do best is look like I'm in control but tonight, tonight, I am a soft and untamed thing and I will wrap my breath around you until your exhale comes clean. I am checking my pulse. I am checking my pulse. you are the buried penny at the bottom of the pool so I guess that makes me the fool diving deep for you I'll stick you in my pocket all shiny, all precious, and all not mine a hidden, forbidden treasure baby, you're the worst kind. cause underneath the surface, all things loom larger so I'm searching for your edges to fish you up, ship you up out of the water and you are that sweet wish that she's thrown I would have caught you in the air, girl, had I known. and now the space between these bodies surpasses the sum of its parts so I am crawling in-between these moments balancing words hoping I don't get stuck. and I was just thinking 'distraction' now I'm thinking distraction's a wonderful thing cause I was casually splashing and now I'm a casualty slowly sinking. cause in hot water, my brain just kinda puckers up and I'm drowning jaws wide open now cause my mouth it just won't seem to shut. and you might just be a shiny thing but you are the shining thing that I am pursuing and when I said "you talk too much" it was cause there was stuff I'd rather you'd have been doing. and then you take my breath I say "hey, I need that to get back to the top" "but we're beautiful down here", you say "you know, girl the world won't stop". and we are sitting in the window your forehead is red-hot and touching my knee and I am checking my pulse making sure it hasn't quit on me. I am just checking my pulse making sure it hasn't quit on me. I am just checking my pulse making sure she hasn't quit on me yet. |
The greatest thing you can give your children are roots.....and wings....
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"My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. I go so far as to think that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees." - Pablo Neruda |
Federico García Lorca
Wish Just your hot heart, nothing more. My Paradise, a field, no nightingales, no strings, a river, discrete, and a little fountain. Without the spurs, of the wind, in the branches, without the star, that wants to be leaf. An enormous light that will be the glow of the Other, in a field of broken gazes. A still calm where our kisses, sonorous circles of echoes, will open, far-off. And your hot heart, nothing more. |
For My Grandma.
"They are all gone into the world of light,
And I alone sit lingering here; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear." ~ Henry Vaughan, from Silex Scintillans 'They are all gone' |
"For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins." ~ Algernon Charles Swinburne |
Remembrance is a golden chain
Death tries to break, but all in vain. To have, to love, and then to part Is the greatest sorrow of one's heart. The years may wipe out many things But some they wipe out never. Like memories of those happy times When we were all together. ~ Author Unknown |
Contentment makes poor men rich. Discontent makes rich men poor. --Benjamin Franklin |
He is one of my favorites, ranks up there with Neruda. I actually read this one the day before yesterday.
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There are thorns everywhere, but along the path of vice, roses bloom above them. -- Marquis De Sade |
If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. -- William Shakespeare
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Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. -- William Shakespeare |
"The wishbone will never replace the backbone." - Will Henry
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Seize from every moment its unique novelty and do not prepare your joys
- Andre Gide |
Shakespeare's Macbeth
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. |
Let your tears come. Let them water your soul.
~Eileen Mayhew |
Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either.
~Golda Meir |
The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others. ~ Ghandi
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To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best. ~ William M. Thackeray
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"There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under the jurisdiction. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I can read and eat and study. I can choose how I'm going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life-whether I will see them as curses or opportunities. I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts."
— Eat, Pray, Love |
Never give up on someone that you can't go a day without thinking about!
A friends fb page today |
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
Mark Twain |
Faith is a passionate intuition. ~William Wordsworth . |
“This is the last shot we got…Now boys, don’t get caught watchin’ the paint dry!"
Wilbur “Shooter” Flatch, Hoosiers |
A loyal friend laughs at your jokes when they're not so good, and sympathizes with your problems when they're not so bad.
~Arnold H. Glasgow |
HA! You know who you are!
Snark is clever and funny and easy to spread. Snark protects us from confronting the truth of the situation, and snark is incredibly easy to do. Snark is fun, but it doesn’t look good on you.
~Seth Godin |
Pay attention not to what the finger points at but at what the finger points away from.
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Love me some Jane Austen.....
And pictures of perfection, as you know, make me sick and wicked.
~ Jane Austen |
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*turns this way and that* Looks fine to me. ;) |
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Of COURSE it looks fine to US because we're so cute at it................ Snark~o~Licious.................... |
Your revelution makes me wonder were COULD we go,if we could all drop the empty pursuit of props and the ego, and revolt back to out roots, use a little commen sense, on a quest to make love daylight soul; no pretense.
-slam poet Sally Jones |
So true
There is no delight in owning anything unshared seneca |
"The older one gets the more one feels that the present must be enjoyed: it is a precious gift, comparable to a state of grace."
-Madame Curie, 1928 |
I cant even quote this one...so Im just goin to share it...Please pass this one on.It has a message that I think we should all hear.
[nomedia="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6wJl37N9C0"]YouTube- Katie Makkai - Pretty[/nomedia] |
No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.
~Lin Yutang |
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