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Well Written
Inimitable Melville
Whenever it is a damp, drizly November in my soul, whenever i find myself involuntarily passing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral i meet, whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking peoples hats off -then i account it is high time to get to sea as soon as i can
As the dawn arrives, by the Arno by Oscar Wilde
Upon the shadowy grove
Splinter the arrows of the moon
Osip Mandelstom
When he said in Habor Master: At the age of 40, the feeling of having passed one's exams
Issac Babel - Nagging words of love
Being a dreamer, i had not mastered the absurd art of happiness....
It is difficult for a man who has been captured by an idea and tamed by its snake like gaze to expend himself in the froth of meaningless and nagging words of love.
Emily Dickinson
Talking of folks, or warriors, that fight their woes of heart
We trust, in plumed procession
For such, the Angels go -
Rank after Rank, with even feet -
And Uniforms of snow.
Dickinson again
Morning - only a seed for the Noon
It is only when morning grows up and perfects itself it becomes noon. I might be late but my song will be sweeter.
Facing the problem
Here is what Bill Clinton purportedly said -
When there is a problem Turn Your Face to It
Chekhov....Master of night mares
Story tellers have a knack:
Here is a starting line of chekhovs short story:
It has grown dark, it will soon be night.
Another line....
I am the most insufferable man. I am proud of that reputation. My friends write me from Russia: Dont come back!
Walcott - Days that outgrow, like daughters..
White heat.
A green river.
A bridge,
scorched yellow palms
from the summer-sleeping house
drowsing through August.
Days I have held,
days I have lost,
days that outgrow, like daughters,
my harbouring arms.
A rarely tender Chekhov.
Have you grown unaccustomed to us?
I remember how you used to come to us for vacation, or just so, and the house felt somehow more fresh and bright. I was a little girl then and yet i understood!
Jon Stewart
Excellence is hard! All processes are drafts! Nothing is an accident!!
David Budbill
Before u go to sleep, tucked in bed, read the reminiscences of a poet so u may also reflect (My commentary this line):
How can this be?
Such calm, such peace, such solitude
In this world of woe
- David Budbill
Osip Mandelstom:
.... Describing Ship
Beauty is no demi-gods whim,
Its the plain carpenters fierce rule-of-eye
And behold, the locks of the three dimensions are sprung
And all the seas of the world lie open.
- From Admiralty by Osip Mandelstam
Tagore
Let my love, like sunlight, surround you
and yet give you illumined freedom.
...
Memory, the priestess,
kills the present
and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.
- Fireflies.
White and pink oleanders meet
and make merry in different dialects
....
The departing night's one kiss
on the closed eyes of morning
glows in the star of dawn.
James Joyce...
Her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible.
Rumi
Never, in sooth, does the lover seek without being sought by his beloved. When the lightning of love has shot into this heart, know that there is love in that heart. When love of God waxes in thy heart, beyond any doubt God hath love for thee.
No sound of clapping comes from one hand without the other hand. Divine Wisdom is destiny and decree made us lovers of one another. Because of that fore-ordainment every part of the world is paired with its mate. In the view of the wise, Heaven is man and Earth woman. Earth fosters what Heaven lets fall.
When Earth lacks heat, Heaven sends it; when she has lost her freshness and moisture, Heaven restores it. Heaven goes on his rounds, like a husband foraging for the wife's sake; And Earth is busy with housewiferies: she attends to births and suckling that which she bears.
Regard Earth and Heaven as endowed with intelligence, since they do the work of intelligent beings. Unless these twain taste pleasure from one another, why are they creeping together like sweethearts? Without the earth, how should flower and tree blossom
Chekhov - Hushed souls like sleeping willows
When you see a wide village street on a moonlit night, with its cottages, haystacks, sleeping willows, your own soul becomes hushed;
In that peace, hiding from toil, care, and grief in the shadows of the night, it (the street) turns meek, mournful, beautiful, and it seems the stars, too, look down on it tenderly and with feeling, and that there is no more evil on earth, and all is well.
People have phenomenal capacity -Sorkin
People have phenomenal capacity -Sorkin (From West Wing)
As is a tale - Seneca
As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters - Seneca
JK Rowling: On Imagination
Choosing to live in narrow spaces leads to mental acrophobia (fear of heights)
Gibran
I learned silence from the talkative
And tolerance from the intolerant
And kindness from the unkind
- Lebanese Poet Gibran
Elif Shafak
Worried and depressed writers internartional club - egypt, nigeria, bangladesh, phillipines, china, venezuela, russia and lately this comradarie of the doom joined by greek first, then hungary, poland, france, and then USA. :)
- Elif Shafak
Elif Shafak
We r being denied to the right to be complex
Persian Poet Hafiz
You carry in your soul every ingredient necessary to turn ur existence into joy
Elif Shafak
Multiple attachments means multiple stories
Life itself is fluid
Yurt - a word for motherland in turkish. It also means a tent. A global idea of homeland that u can pick up and move
Adam Gopnik
Modern people are drawn to faith practicing doubt, while our ancestors confessed their doubts practicing faith
The fugue of doubt and faith, experienced as argument and art, is the music of our lives
Somewhere in Bible
While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and day and night shall not cease
From the story of Noah in Bible
All in whose nostrils was the breath of life, of all that was in the dry land died
Charles McGrath
Noah's story is partly about sons and fathers
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ln time i failed to live upto his expectations
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And wished his imagiations could be less practical and more elevated
Gopnik
National lines, national boundaries are ever changing, they move all the time
The larger risk for any nation is the larger risk of insularity, which is the likely standard national disease
Is someone who speaks only one language is an American, someone who speaks only one language loudly is an American in Paris
Data from Star Trek
I cannot take pride in my abilities
I cannot take pleasure in my accomplishments
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
and rise and sink and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
pinned down by need and moaning for release
or nagged by want past resolution?s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
Abraham Joshua Heschel
To raise our minds above accustomed thoughts
Captain Picard, Star Trek
I am extremely dull, I usually retire every night with a book in hand! I am very dull
Now that u tell me that u like my voice, I now have nothing to say
Louise Gluck
There is a moment after you move your eye away
when you forget where you are
because you?ve been living, it seems,
somewhere else, in the silence of the night sky.
You?ve stopped being here in the world.
You?re in a different place,
a place where human life has no meaning.
You?re not a creature in a body.
You exist as the stars exist,
participating in their stillness, their immensity.
Then you?re in the world again.
At night, on a cold hill,
taking the telescope apart.
You realize afterward
not that the image is false
but the relation is false.
You see again how far away
each thing is from every other thing.
Venki Ramakrishnan, President of Royal Society
It's ironic that I became well known for determining some of the first atomic structures of large pieces of the ribosome, ribosomal subunits and then the whole ribosome, using a technique that?s about 100 years old, which is X-ray crystallography. Even the macromolecular version of it, which was done by Max Perutz and John Kendrew at the famous MRC�Laboratory of Molecular Biology?in Cambridge, where I work?was done in the early 50s out to the early 60s. That?s also fifty years old, at least forty years old, when we cracked the ribosome structures. The irony is that I became known for using this fairly established technique, but stretching it to its limits to solve something that was a million atoms. But no one would solve the ribosome that way today.
Scottie from Trek
There comes a time when a man has to stop falling in love and act his age
Jay Parini
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, the new testament disallows such primitive thinking
Instead somewhere in the New Testament
Offer no resistance to the wicked
Love your enemies
Consider the lillies of the field, how theh grow, they toil not
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As listed by Jay Parini
Radical ideas in humanity
Thomas Lynch
By 20 i was happily an apostate, having come into my disbelief some few years after puberty, when a fellow pilgrim showed me all that she could on the mystery of life, if the nuns could be wrong about sex, and surely they had been, it followed, i reasoned, they were wrong on other things
I only go to church now for baptisms, funerals, and weddings. The mysteries of birth and death abd sex are regular enough that i remain familiar with liturgies and language of worship
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Thomas Lynch
:) Acording to him, an internationally ignored poet
I came to know, now,
Thomas Lynch
Writes beautifully
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