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Your Favourite Quotes and Sayings - MKII

Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
 
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif]“I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it.”
― Edgar Allan Poe[/FONT]
 
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif]“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”
― J.M. Barrie[/FONT]


 
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif]“When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.”
― Jodi Picoult[/FONT]


 
Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. We are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There's no such thing as death. Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather. ~ Bill Hicks.
 
My body's been used and eaten
But I still feel nothing inside of myself
I sweat when you're on top of me
And I can't distinguish you from me
I want the center of your heart

I know I'm beautiful when you touch me
You've been nailed down
I know what you're thinking

I want the center of your heart

Hold onto me, hold onto me
I've been nailed down
Now be ashamed
I'll be ashamed

Hold onto me
Hold onto me
Hold onto me
 
" 'Mrs Murphy', she said, 'I'm afraid we must get you into the Hospice for the dying.'

'Horse piss for the dying', said the old lady in shocked tones. 'Jaysus, these are quare times.' "
 
Bound for your distant home
you were leaving alien lands.
In an hour as sad as I’ve known
I wept over your hands.
My hands were numb and cold,
still trying to restrain
you, whom my hurt told
never to end this pain.

But you snatched your lips away
from our bitterest kiss.
You invoked another place
than the dismal exile of this.
You said, ‘When we meet again,
in the shadow of olive-trees,
we shall kiss, in a love without pain,
under cloudless infinities.’

But there, alas, where the sky
shines with blue radiance,
where olive-tree shadows lie
on the waters glittering dance,
your beauty, your suffering,
are lost in eternity.
But the sweet kiss of our meeting ......
I wait for it: you owe it me .......
 
I loved you, and I probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain...
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again. <3
 
If the human mind was simple enough to understand, we would be too simple to understand it
 
Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning
For my forever painful love:
Just blow out candles' burning
And let my dreams in blessing move.
Let from my soul disappear
The separation's sharp rebuke!
And let me see that dear look,
And let me hear voice that dear.
And when will vanish dark of night
And you will free my eyes at leaving,
Oh, if my heart would have a right
To lose its love till dark of evening!
 
"I suppose nobody goes to Manchester with greater reluctance than an intellectual native of that city and Stephen got off the train like an early Christian martyr."
 
“…the wind blows and it rains; “into each life some rain must fall,” and I hardly know which falls fastest, the rain without, or within…”

- Emily Dickinson, 1852
 

Don’t ask me why, alone in dismal thought,
In times of mirth, I’m often filled with strife,
And why my weary stare is so distraught,
And why I don’t enjoy the dream of life;

Don’t ask me why my happiness has perished,
Why I don’t love the love that pleased me then,
No longer can I call someone my cherished--
Who once felt love will never love again;

Who once felt bliss, no more will feel its essence,
A moment’s happiness is all that we receive:
From youth, prosperity and joyful pleasantry,
All that is left is apathy and grief...
 
“Confess to me, what’s wrong? You’re in dejection.”
- I love, my friend! - “Which lady holds you captive?”
- She does. - “Glisera? Chloe? Lila’s so attractive!”
- O, no! - “To whom do you submit your soul’s affection?”
- To her! - “You’re humble! Why all this remorse?
Why do you seem so sorrowful and grim?
And who’s to blame? Her fiancé, her dad, of course...”
- It isn’t that! - “Then what?” - For her, I can’t be him.
 
She substituted, by a chance,
For empty 'you' - the gentle 'thou';
And all my happy dreams, at once,
In loving heart again resound.
In bliss and silence do I stay,
Unable to maintain my role:
'Oh, how sweet you are!' I say -
'How I love thee!' says my soul.
 
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