chinese proverb

"women hold up half the sky."

john muir

"how glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains."

no loser, no weeper

"i hate to lost something," then she bent her head

"even a dime, i wish i was dead.

i can't explain it. no more to be said.

cept i hate to lose something."

"i lost a doll once and cried for a week.

she could open her eyes, and do all but speak.

i believe she was took, by some doll-snatching-sneak

i tell you, i hate to lose something."

"a watch of mine once, got up and walked away.

it had twelve numbers on it and for the time of day.

i'll never forget it and all i can say

is i really hate to lose something."

"now if i felt that way bout a watch and a toy,

what you think i feel bout my lover-boy?

i ain't threatening you madam, but he is my evening's joy.

and i mean i really hate to lose something."

- maya angelou

ralph waldo emerson

"make yourself necessary to somebody."

sylvia plath

"i want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of non-feeling, or stop questioning and criticising life and take the easy way out. to learn and to think; to think and to live, to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love."

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sparrow and the medicine

salvador dalí

"at the age of six I wanted to be a cook. at seven I wanted to be napoleon. and my ambition has been growing steadily ever since."

i thank you

i thank you god for most this amazing

day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees

and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything

which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,

and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth

day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay

great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasking touching hearing seeing

breathing any-- lifted from the no

of all nothing-- human merely being

doubt unimaginable you?

(now the ears of my ears awake and

now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

- e. e. cummings

love is a place

love is a place

& through this place of

love move

(with brightness of peace)

all places

yes is a world

& in this world of

yes live

(skillfully curved)

all worlds

- e. e. cummings

when i heard the learn'd astronomer

when i heard the learn'd astronomer,

when the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,

when i was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,

when i sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,

how soon unaccountable i became tired and sick,

till rising and gliding out i wander'd off by myself,

in the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.

- walt whitman

hymn 35

hymn 35 lyrics

i am the day
i am the dawn
i am the darkness coming on.
i am once
i am twice
i am the whole
i'm just a slice.
some call me gone
some call me here
nothing wrong
nothing near.
i am right now
i am back then
i will return
don't ask me when.
i am the disappointed kiss
i am the unexpected harvest.
i am the old kentucky home
i am the son who runs the farthest.
i have done wrong
i will do wrong
there's nothing wrong with doing wrong.
i am faith
i am belief
except for when i'm not.
i am the teeth of champions
i am the rust of water rot.
and i am sleep
i am breathing
i'm the missing of the passing season.
i am the brush
i am the strokes
i'm sickness come to the best of folks.
i am renewed
i am just made
i am unchanging.
i'm a pasture fenced about the edge
i am the coat of thunder raging.
and by my shoes and by my feet and by my soul and wonder
i am the tracks we laid above
i am the tunnel running under.

crimewave

do not go gentle into that good night

do not go gentle into that good night,
old age should burn and rage at close of day;
rage, rage against the dying of the light.

though wise men at their end know dark is right,
because their words had forked no lightning they
do not go gentle into that good night.

good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
rage, rage against the dying of the light.

wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
do not go gentle into that good night.

grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
blind eyes could blaze with meteors and be gay,
rage, rage against the dying of the light.

and you, my father, there on the sad height,
curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, i pray.
do not go gentle into that good night.
rage, rage against the dying of the light.

ralph waldo emerson

"i am a fragment, and this is a fragment of me."

sailing to byzantium

that is no country for old men. the young

in one another's arms, birds in the trees

- those dying generations - at their song,

the salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,

fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long

whatever is begotten, born, and dies.

caught in that sensual music all neglect

monuments of unageing intellect.

an aged man is but a paltry thing,

a tattered coat upon a stick, unless

soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing

for every tatter in its mortal dress,

nor is there singing school but studying

monuments of its own magnificence;

and therefore i have sailed the seas and come

to the holy city of byzantium.

o sages standing in god's holy fire

as in the gold mosaic of a wall,

come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,

and be the singing-masters of my soul.

consume my heart away; sick with desire

and fastened to a dying animal

it knows not what it is; and gather me

into the artifice of eternity.

once out of nature i shall never take

my bodily form from any natural thing,

but such a form as grecian goldsmiths make

of hammered gold and gold enamelling

to keep a drowsy emperor awake;

or set upon a golden bough to sing

to lords and ladies of byzantium

of what is past, or passing, or to come.

- william butler yeats

don't tremble

f. scott fitzgerald

"i hope she'll be a fool. that's the best thing a girl can be in this world. a beautiful little fool.

i and love and you