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    ^ i like that. the Love that has no opposite. has no judgment or comparison. is.

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    “The most difficult subjects can be explained to the most slow-
    witted man if he has not formed any idea of them already; but the
    simplest thing cannot be made clear to the most intelligent man if
    he is firmly persuaded that he knows already, without a shadow of
    doubt, what is laid before him.”

    ― Leo Tolstoy

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    •"Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end... but that it was essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature... And to found that edifice on its unavenged tears: would you consent to be the architect on those conditions? Tell me, and tell me the truth!"
    - Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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    “He was one of the numerous and varied legion of dullards, of half-animated abortions, conceited, half-educated coxcombs, who attach themselves to the idea most in fashion only to vulgarize it and who caricature every cause they serve, however sincerely.”
    ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

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    “A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.”
    ― Jorge Luis Borges, The Aleph and Other Stories

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    Preludes

    I am moved by fancies that are curled
    Around these images, and cling:
    The notion of some infinitely gentle
    Infinitely suffering thing.


    Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
    The worlds revolve like ancient women
    Gathering fuel in vacant lots.

    T.S. Eliot

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    How wonderful, brought a wee tear to my eye. I shall read and read again.

    In the UK Favorite Elvis songs, the winners were -

    Number two - Suspicions minds

    And the all time favourite - Always on my Mind

    Mine was number five - Littlebit of conversation - giggle.



    The fog rolls in on little cat feet.

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    Fog



    The fog comes
    on little cat feet.

    It sits looking
    over harbor and city
    on silent haunches
    and then moves on.


    Carl Sandburg

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    The Red Wheelbarrow



    so much depends
    upon

    a red wheel
    barrow

    glazed with rain
    water

    beside the white
    chickens.


    William Carlos Williams

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    I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.


    JACK LONDON, intro, Jack London's Tales of Adventure

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    Arms and the Boy

    1 Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade
    2 How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;
    3 Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash;
    4 And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh.

    5 Lend him to stroke these blind, blunt bullet-heads
    6 Which long to muzzle in the hearts of lads.
    7 Or give him cartridges of fine zinc teeth,
    8 Sharp with the sharpness of grief and death.

    9 For his teeth seem for laughing round an apple.
    10 There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple;
    11 And God will grow no talons at his heels,
    12 Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls.

    Wilfred Owen

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    Atrocities

    You told me, in your drunken-boasting mood,
    How once you butchered prisoners. That was good!
    I'm sure you felt no pity while they stood
    Patient and cowed and scared, as prisoners should.

    How did you do them in? Come, don't be shy:
    You know I love to hear how Germans die,
    Downstairs in dug-outs. 'Camerad!' they cry;
    Then squeal like stoats when bombs begin to fly.

    And you? I know your record. You went sick
    When orders looked unwholesome: then, with trick
    And lie, you wangled home. And here you are,
    Still talking big and boozing in a bar.

    Siegfried Sassoon

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    Perhaps: To Roland Aubrey Leighton (27 March 1895 – 23 December 1915 )

    Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
    And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
    And feel once more I do not live in vain,
    Although bereft of You.

    Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
    Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
    And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
    Though You have passed away.

    Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
    And crimson roses once again be fair,
    And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
    Although You are not there.

    Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain
    To see the passing of the dying year,
    And listen to Christmas songs again,
    Although You cannot hear.'

    But though kind Time may many joys renew,
    There is one greatest joy I shall not know
    Again, because my heart for loss of You
    Was broken, long ago.

    Vera Brittain

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    Villanelle


    Violets from Plug Street Wood,
    Sweet, I send you oversea.
    (It is strange they should be blue,
    Blue, when his soaked blood was red,
    For they grew around his head;
    It is strange they should be blue.)

    Violets from Plug Street Wood-
    Think what they have meant to me-
    Life and Hope and Love and You
    (And you did not see them grow
    Where his mangled body lay
    Hiding horror from the day;
    Sweetest it was better so.)

    Violets from oversea,
    To your dear, far, forgetting land
    These I send in memory,
    Knowing You will understand.

    Roland Aubrey Leighton 1895-1915

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    Every ambitious would-be empire, clarions it abroad that she is conquering the world to bring it peace, security and freedom, and it is sacrificing her sons only for the most noble and humanitarian purposes. That is a lie; and it is an ancient lie, yet generations still rise and believe it.


    -Taylor Caldwell, Testimony of Two Men, 1968

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    “And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about.”
    ― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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    People everywhere are about the same, but ... it did seem that in a small town, where evil is harder to accomplish, where opportunities for privacy are scarcer, that people can invent more of it in other people's names. Because that was all it required: that idea, that single idle word blown from mind to mind.


    WILLIAM FAULKNER, Light in August

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    “A man sometimes devotes his life to a desire which he is not sure will ever be fulfilled. Those who laugh at this folly are, after all, no more than mere spectators of life.”
    ― Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Rashomon and Other Stories

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    The piercing chill I feel:
    my dead wife's comb, in our bedroom,
    under my heel . . .


    --Taniguchi Buson

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    “Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to was never there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place... Nothing outside you can give you any place... In yourself right now is all the place you've got.”

    ― Flannery O'Connor

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    “To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”
    ― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

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    It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.
    To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still.

    For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration.

    Albert Camus, L'Etranger

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    “It has always seemed strange to me...The things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.”
    ― John Steinbeck, Cannery Row

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    “I live alone," he said simply. "I live in the open. I hear the waves at night and see the black patterns of the pine boughs against the sky. With sound and silence and color and solitude, of course I see visions. Anyone would."

    "But you don't believe in them?" Doc asked hopefully.

    "I don't find it a matter for belief or disbelief," the seer said. "You've seen the sun flatten and take strange shapes just before it sinks into the ocean. Do you have to tell yourself everytime that it's an illusion caused by atmospheric dust and light distorted by the sea, or do you simply enjoy the beauty of it? Don't you see visions?"

    "No," said Doc.”
    ― John Steinbeck, Sweet Thursday

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