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Your Favourite Quotes and Sayings - MKII

I came quick, came running, stopping not till I came within a hand's breadth of her bosom. I looked at the silver encircling her arm, at the gold lying gay on her breast; then I lifted my eyes and looked into the eyes of the girl wearing silver and gold.

I gathered her close to my love in a song that dulled, as I sang, the gleaming of silver and gold.

She fondled the trinkets of silver and gold as she said: these are pleasant and fair and they honour the power of my beauty.

I answered and said: they are nought but some specks of fine dust that once fell from the luminous robe of the sun.

She looked down in sorrow, and questioned me, saying: what hast thou to give me if I leave these things that honour my loveliness, and mingle my life with the life that is thine?

And I gripped her arm till the checked blood reddened its whiteness, and answered: I will give thee love; I will give thee thoughts of care and signs of sorrow; but at the beginning will be love, and love shall be at the end thereof.

She answering said: these others promise me many gifts, and their promises are good, for, see, they have given me these things that are fair, and that honour my loveliness. What greater things than these hast thou to give if I go to mingle my life with the life which is thine?

I answered and said: woman, whose fair form is lovelier than the gentle shape of the rowan tree, I will give thee heaviness of heart when thou art absent from me, and a heavier heaviness of heart when I am absent from thee; but at the beginning will be love, and love shall be the end thereof.
 
“Be careful not to mistake insecurity and inadequacy for humility! Humility has nothing to do with the insecure and inadequate! Just like arrogance has nothing to do with greatness!”
― C. JoyBell C.
 
"Cafferty was charged and the carpenter was called upon to give evidence, which he agreed to do. And the police said he was a great man and a good citizen and they gave him plenty of whiskey, plenty of good entertainment and all the rest of it.

But before he gave evidence, he received at his house, a shoe box with a dirty old shoe in it and attached to the shoe was a Mass card and in the box was a bullet. On the Mass card was written the carpenter's name and the day of the forthcoming trial. 'In Memoriam of his dear soul. Will those who think of him today, a little prayer to Jesus say. Hang his picture on the wall. Gone but not forgotten.

The carpenter took this as a strong hint and desisted from his efforts to become a state witness.

'How the hell could I identify a man from his shoes?' he said to the police.
And Cafferty was released.
 
"The same fellow used to receive letters from his wife addressed to 'Thomas Magaretty, Political Poisoner', and, be Jaysus, say it as one who shouldn't, he certainly looked like one."
 
my poems, turning her album. Even if thunder falls
like a crash of plates from the sky,

she does not come out.
Don't you know I love you but am hopeless
at fixing the rain ? But I am learning slowly

to love the dark days, the steaming hills,
the air with gossiping mosquitoes,
and to sip the medicine of bitterness,

so that when you emerge, my sister,
parting the beads of the rain,
with your forehead of flowers and eyes of forgiveness
 
​“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.”




 
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For _____:

Think not her a ghastly hag, too hideous to be seen;
Call her not unseemly names, our matchless Kathaleen;
Young she is, and fair she is, and would be crowned a queen,
Were the king's son at home here with Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.

Sweet and mild would look her face - Oh! none so sweet and mild -
Could she crush the foes by whom her beauty is reviled;
Woolen plaids would grace herself and robes of silk her child,
If the king's son were living here with Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.
 
"Now, there you go! You still, of course, keep up your scornful bearing,
And I’m too poor to hinder you; but, by the cloak I’m wearing,
If I had but four cows myself, even though you were my spouse,
I’d thwack you well to cure your pride, my Woman of Three Cows!"
 
"I have a little bunch of violets, sweetheart, you gave to me.
Although they're dead and withered, still a treasure they are to me.
Each night I kiss my bunch of violets in sweetest memory,
And pray to God in heaven that you'll come back to me."
 
I have patches of insomnia, and I'm fascinated by the otherness of the world at night. The stillness. Daytime preoccupations fall away, standards change, thoughts change. It's a canvas for reinvention, I think.

 
Sammy G said:
"I have a little bunch of violets, sweetheart, you gave to me.
Although they're dead and withered, still a treasure they are to me.
Each night I kiss my bunch of violets in sweetest memory,
And pray to God in heaven that you'll come back to me."
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I really like that.
 
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