Quotes, Poems, & Sayings...

[Gentle Tiger]

A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love.
Friedrich Nietzsche

[Semantics]

We are destroyed by expecting more than there is.

Charles Bukowski

[Sparkle]

The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

[jenny]

"If you hold on to the handle, she said, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you." ~ Brian Andreas, "Story People"

[Ms. Meander]

"Just breathing isn't living!"


"Instead of always harping on a man's faults, tell him of his virtues. Try to pull him out of his rut of bad habits. Hold up to him his better self, his REAL self that can dare and do and win out!"

- Eleanor H. Porter, Pollyanna

[Ms. Meander]

[ruffryder]

"If someone strong enough to bring you down, show them you are strong enough to get up."

[ruffryder]

"Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love."

"The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart."

[ruffryder]

"Life should be touched, not strangled. You've got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it." Ray Bradbury


The only Journey, is the journey within .♥..¨¯`..♥

[Fancy]

“Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair but manifestations of strength and resolution”


~Kahlil Gibran

[Novelafemme]

Those of us who stand outside the circle of this society's definition of acceptable women; those of us who have been forged in the crucibles of difference - those of us who are poor, who are lesbians, who are Black, who are older - know that survival is not an academic skill. It is learning how to stand alone, unpopular and sometimes reviled, and how to make common cause with those others identified as outside the structures in order to define and seek a world in which we can all flourish. It is learning how to take our differences and make them strengths. For the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house. They may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change. And this fact is only threatening to those women who still define the master's house as their only source of support.

From Audre Lorde's Sister Outsider

[Arwen]

The world is a looking glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. -William Makepeace Thackeray, novelist (1811-1863)

[sara-bera]

"Do not lose hope - what you seek will be found." -from Neil Gaiman’s story, Instructions.

[Diva]

A story to me means a plot where there is some surprise. Because that is how life is - full of surprises.

~Isaac Bashevis Singer

[sara-bera]

"It's impossible," said Pride.
"It's risky," said Experience.
"It's pointless," said Reason.
"Give it a try," whispered the Heart.

[Kätzchen]

"A woman is closest to being naked when she is well-dressed,"

~ CoCo Chanel

[jelli]

If you think you are too small to be effective, you have never been in bed with a mosquito.-Betty Reese

[Reader]

I have adored this poem ever since I was 10-years old and it was read to me by a skilled orator. Plath's use of meter and rhyme are fantastic. She gently pounds the reader over the head with both. Enjoy.


Daddy
by Sylvia Plath


You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time---
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one grey toe
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of *you*,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You---

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two---
The vampire who said he was you
and drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat, black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always *knew* it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.


Awesome....read by the poet herself:

[Fancy]

I prefer the folly of enthusiasm to the indifference of wisdom.

Anatole France

[Ms. Meander]

Patience is just procrastination without the anxiety.
- Harry Pearce, MI-5/Spooks