Monday, February 19, 2018

Formulas for living by Martin Buber

I do not accept any absolute formulas for living.
No preconceived code can see ahead to everything that can
happen in a man's life. As we live, we grow and our beliefs change.
They must change. So I think we should live with this constant
discovery. We should be open to this adventure in heightened
awareness of living. We should stake our whole existence on our
willingness to explore and experience.
Martin Buber

Rise Up Rooted by Rainer Maria Rilke

If we surrendered
to earth’s intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.

Instead we entangle ourselves
in knots of our own making
and struggle, lonely and confused.

So like children, we begin again...

to learn from the things,
because they are in God's hart;
they have never left him.
This is what the things can teach us:
to fall,
patiently to trust our heaviness.
Even a bird has to do that
before he can fly.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Friday, February 16, 2018

Strong souls by george Eliot

Strong souls Live like fire-hearted suns to spend their strength
In farthest striving action; breathe more free In mighty anguish
than in trivial ease.
George Eliot

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

When We love by Oscar Wild

EXCERPT FROM "An Ideal Husband"
Oscar Wilde


"We have all feet of clay, women as well as men;
but when we men love women, we love them knowing
their weaknesses, their follies, their imperfections,
love them all the more, it may be, for that reason.

It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love.
It is when we are wounded by our own hands, or by the hands of others,
that love should come to cure us - else what use is love at all?

Women think that they are making ideals of men.
What they are making of us are false idols merely.
You made your false idol of me, and I had not the courage
to come down, show you my wounds, tell you my weaknesses.
I was afraid that I might lose your love, as I have lost it now.

Let women make no more ideals of men! let them not put
them on alters and bow before them...


"Robert, men can love what is beneath them - things unworthy,
stained, dishonoured. We women worship when we love; and
when we lose our worship, we lose everything.
Oh! don't kill my love for you, don't kill that!"

"Robert,You are different. All your life you have stood apart from others.
You have never let the world soil you. To the world, as to myself,
you have been an ideal always. Oh! be that ideal still.
That great inheritance throw not away - that tower of ivory do not destroy".

Friday, February 9, 2018

Love :the only rainbow on life's dark cloud by Robert Green Ingersoll

All I have to say is, Love one another-
that is the height of all philosophy.
It is beyond all religions. It is the secret
of joy - the fountain of Perpetual Youth -
the only rainbow on life's dark cloud.
Robert Green Ingersoll

Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud.
It is the morning and the evening star.
It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance
on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art,
inspirer of poet,patriot and philosopher.

It is the air and light of every heart –
builder of every home, kindler of every fire
on every hearth. It was the first to dream
of immortality. It fills the world with melody –
for music is the voice of love.

Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless
things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay.
It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and
without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less
than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.
Robert G. Ingersoll

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Literature and Life by Phillips Brooks

Literature and Life
Phillips Brooks

LIFE comes before literature, as the material always comes before the work.
The hills are full of marble before the world blooms with statues.
The forests are full of trees before the sea is thick with ships.
So the world abounds in life before men begin to reason and describe
and analyze and sing, and literature is born.

The fact and the action must come first. This is true in every kind
of literature. The mind and its workings are before the metaphysician.
Beauty and romance antedate the poet.

The nations rise and fall before the historian tells their story.
Nature’s profusion exists before the first scientific book is written.
Even the facts of mathematics must be true before the first diagram
is drawn for their demonstration.

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Best romantic poems :Love’s Philosophy/The indian Serenade by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY***


Love’s Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?

The Indian Serenade
Percy Bysshe Shelley

I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep or night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright:
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Has led me- who knows how?
To thy chamber-window, sweet!

The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream-
The champak odors fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart-
As I must die on thine,
Oh, beloved as thou art!

Oh, lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast-
Oh! press it close to thine own again,
Where it will break at last!

I loved You Once
Alexander Pushkin

I have loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain
but do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.

Hopeless and tonguetied, yet, I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you- so sincerely;
I pray God grant another love you so.

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