Life is Golden
Saint
One of my favorite poems about loss:
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One of my favorite poems about loss:
“What about the main thing in life, all its riddles? If you want, I'll spell it out for you right now. Do not pursue what is illusionary ― property and position: all that is gained at the expense of your nerves decade after decade, and is confiscated in one fell night. Live with a steady superiority over life -don't be afraid of misfortune, and do not yearn for happiness; it is, after all, all the same: the bitter doesn't last forever, and the sweet never fills the cup to overflowing. It is enough if you don't freeze in the cold and if thirst and hunger don't claw at your insides. If your back isn't broken, if your feet can walk, if both arms can bend, if both eyes can see, if both ears hear, then whom should you envy? And why? Our envy of others devours us most of all. Rub your eyes and purify your heart - and prize above all else in the world those who love you and who wish you well. Do not hurt them or scold them, and never part from any of them in anger; after all, you simply do not know: it may be your last act before your arrest, and that will be how you are imprinted on their memory.”
― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago
― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago
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Violets are blue
Roses are red
Your window was open
I'm under your bed
Roses are red
Your window was open
I'm under your bed
Life is Golden
Saint
Love it.
Life is Golden
Saint
Profound quote for animal lovers.
Mason Michaels
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There once was a lady from Nantucket,Etc
Life is Golden
Saint
"I don't have sympathy for someone who always wants to be a victim. I go through shit everyday, so does most of the world. Be your own savior."
Unknown
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I earned a degree in English so i have lots of favorite poems. This is special/powerful to me:
Ozinandes
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Ozinandes
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
ThatOwlWoman
Leftist Vermin
Ditto!
Hilarious how one of JPP's premier victims put a like on your post. lol
I've had this as a sig line on my email for 20+ years. I try to live by it.
“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” -- Gandhi
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Retired Teacher
Nicely done
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‘I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, but most of them have never happened.’ Mark Twain
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"History is fables agreed upon." -- Francois Voltaire, French philosopher and author, 1694-1778
Life is Golden
Saint
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Gone From My Sight / By Henry Van Dyke
Gone From My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until; at length,
she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone."
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says,
"There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout,
"Here she comes!"
And that is dying...
Gone From My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until; at length,
she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone."
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says,
"There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout,
"Here she comes!"
And that is dying...
Mott the Hoople
Sweet Jane
If you come to a fork in the road take it. - - Yogi Berra
ThatOwlWoman
Leftist Vermin
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Our task is not to tell the truth; we are opinion molders.” (Walter Cronkite).