Saturday, November 29, 2014

Un extrait de la nouvelle" Esprits rebelles" de Khalil Gibran

Canon In D-brian Craig

Extrait des"Esprits rebelles"
Khalil Gibran

Quand tu perds un ami cher,tu cherches autour de toi et tu en trouves de nombreux autres, alors tu finis par te consoler. Et quand tu perds tes biens, tu réfléchis et tu t'aperçois que tu peux en obtenir tout autant, alors tu finis par oublier.Mais quand tu perds la paix de l'âme,où peux-tu la retrouver, par quoi peux-tu la remplacer? La main de la mort te frappe violemment, et tu es malheureux, pourtant chaque jour et chaque nuit tu sens la caresse de la vie, et tu es heureux.

Le destin vient à toi par surprise, il te dévisage de ses yeux énormes et terrifiants, t'attrape le cou de ses griffes acérées, te jette brutalement à terre,puis te piétine de ses pieds crochus et s'en va en ricanant. Mais il revient vite vers toi plein de repentir et de regret, te relève avec douceur de ses mains gantées de soie, et te chante l'espoir, alors il t'émeut.Tracas et fatigues assaillent tes nuits puis s'évanouissent quand arrive le matin, ainsi tu reprends conscience et espères à nouveau.

Mais quand ta raison de vivre est un oiseau que tu aimes! Tu le nourris des graines de ton cœur et l'abreuves de la lumière de tes yeux,ta poitrine est son refuge et ta chaleur son nid, tu le regardes et le couves de tout ton amour, et voilà qu'il t'échappe, vole au-dessus des nuages puis va chercher un autre toit, sans que tu puisses espérer le voir revenir. Que fais-tu dans ce cas, dis-moi,que fais-tu ? Où trouver patience et consolation, comment faire renaître l'espoir ?

Friday, November 28, 2014

Immortality Quote:We want a witness by Margaret Atwood

Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence... We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It's all the same impulse. What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any kind we can get? At the very least we want a witness. We can't stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.
Margaret Atwood

On Relationship by Osho

If we make our relationship a learning phenomenon of experiencing the other person – not just a superficial sexual relationship, but something deep, intimate, learning of each other’s mysteries – then each relationship becomes a spiritual phenomenon. Both will be enriched by it and, as a result, the whole of society.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Beloved: Reflections on the Path of the Heart by Khalil Gibran

Rain-Brian Crain.

Excerpt from
"The Beloved: Reflections on the Path of the Heart"
Kahlil Gibran

I purified my lips with sacred fire that I might speak of love,
but when I opened my mouth to speak,I found myself mute.
I sang the melodies of a love I did not yet know,but when I came
to know it,the words became a muffled whisper in my mouth,
the songs in my breast a profound silence.

In the past, O people, you asked me about the wonders
and delights of love, and you found satisfaction in what I told you.
But now, when love has draped me with its robes,
I in my turn come to ask you about its ways and virtues.

Is there one among you who can answer me?
I come to ask you about what is in me and
wish you to tell me of my own soul.
Is there one among you who can explain my heart to my own heart, who can explain my essence to my essence itself?
Will you not tell me what is this fire kindled in my breast?

It consumes my faculties and melts my emotions and desires.
What are these invisible hands,soft yet coarse,that grip my spirit in my hours of solitude and loneliness?
Into my heart they pour wine mixed with the bitterness of pleasure and the sweetness of pain.

What are these things rustling about my couch in the silence of the night as I watch makeful for what I know not,listening to what I do not hear,starting at what I do not see,pondering what I do not comprehend,aware of what I do not apprehend, sighing because in sighs are the groanings more beloved to me than

the echoes of laughter and joy,submitting to an unseen power that slays me,then gives me life,then slays me again and again until dawn breaks and light fills the corners of my room.Then I sleep.Yet behind my spent eyelids forms of wakefulness dance and on my stony blanket sway the phantoms of dreams.

What is this which we call 'love'?
Tell me what is this hidden mystery concealed beyond the ages,
lurking behind appearances,yet making its home
in the heart of being?

What is this unconditioned thought that comes
as the cause of all effects, as the effect of all causes?
What is this wakefulness that encompasses both death and life and molds them into a dream stranger than life and deeper than death?

Tell me, O people, tell me! Who among you would not wake from the sleep of life if love were to brush your spirit with its fingertips?

Who among you would not forsake your father and your mother and your home if the girl whom your heart loved were to call to him?

Who among you would not cross the seas, traverse deserts, go over mountains and valleys to reach the woman whom his spirit has chosen?

What youth would not follow his heart to the ends of the earth to breathe the sweetness of his lover's breath, feel the soft touch of her hands, delight in the melody of her voice?
What man would not immolate his soul that its smoke might rise to a god who would bear his plea and answer his prayer?

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Insightful Happiness Quotes by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos & Montesquieu

A man enjoys the happiness he feels,
a woman the happiness she gives.
Pierre Choderlos de Laclos,Les liaisons dangereuses

If one only wished to be happy,this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier than other people, and this is always difficult, for we believe others to be happier than they are.
Montesquieu,The Persian Letters

What unhappy beings men are! They constantly waver between false hopes and silly fears, and instead of relying on reason they create monsters to frighten themselves with, and phantoms which lead them astray.
Montesquieu,The Persian Letters

Two modes of criticism by Margaret Fuller

Graham Gercken Art

There are two modes of criticism.One which crushes to earth without mercy all the humble buds of Phantasy, all the plants that, though green and fruitful, are also a prey to insects or have suffered by drouth. It weeds well the garden, and cannot believe the weed in its native soil may be a pretty, graceful plant.

There is another mode which enters into the natural history of every thing that breathes and lives, which believes no impulse to be entirely in vain, which scrutinizes circumstances, motive and object before it condemns, and believes there is a beauty in natural form, if its law and purpose be understood.
Margaret Fuller,
"Poets of the People"in Art,Literature and the Drama

Thursday, November 20, 2014

We die to each other daily by T.S. Eliot

Delphin Enjolras Art

We die to each other daily.What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.And they have changed since then.To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
T.S. Eliot,The Cocktail Party

Romance in E flat major, Op. 11* by Gerald Finzi

Music: Romance in E flat major, Op. 11
Composer: Gerald Finzi

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Life Quote by Vincent Van Gogh

Robert Hagan Art

Life itself, too, is forever turning an infinitely vacant, dispiriting blank side towards man on which nothing appears, any more than it does on a blank canvas. But no matter how vacant and vain, how dead life may appear to be, the man of faith, of energy, of warmth, who knows something, will not be put off so easily.

Awakening by Anaïs Nin

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness.Monotony,boredom,death.Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices.They drive a car.They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death.Some never awaken.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin

Saturday, November 15, 2014

The Train Of Life Story

Blue Skies - Daveed

The Train Of Life

A while back, I read a very interesting book that compared
life to a train ride or a series of train rides.

Life is like a train ride,it read.We get on.We ride.We get off.
We get back on and ride some more.
There are accidents and there are delays.
At certain stops there are surprises.
Some of these will translate into great moments of joy,
some will result in profound sorrow.

When we are born and we first board the train,
we meet people whom we think will be with us for the entire journey. Those people are our parents!

Sadly, this is far from the truth.

Our parents are with us for as long as we absolutely need them.
They too have journeys they must complete.
We live on with the memories of their love, affection, friendship, guidance and their ever presence.

There are others who board the train and who eventually
become very important to us, in turn.
These people are our brothers, sisters, friends and acquaintances, whom we will learn to love, and cherish.

Some people consider their journey like a jaunty tour.
They will just go merrily along.

Others, will encounter many upsets, tears, losses on their journey. Others still, will linger on to offer a helping hand to anyone in need.

Some people on the train will leave an everlasting impression when they get off…. Some will get on and get off the train so quickly, they will scarsely leave a sign that they ever travelled along with you or ever crossed your path…

We will sometimes be upset that some passengers whom we love, will choose to sit in another compartment and leave us
to travel on our own.

Then again, there’s nothing that says we can’t seek them out anyway.

Nevertheless, once sought out and found,
we may not even be able to sit next to them because
that seat will already be taken.

That’s okay …everyone’s journey will be filled with hopes,dreams, challenges,setbacks and goodbyes.

We must strive to make the best of it … no matter what ...

We must constantly strive to understand our travel companions
and look for the best in everyone.

Remember that at any moment during our journey,
any one of our travel companions can have a weak moment and be in need of our help.

We too may vacilate or hesitate, even trip …
hopefully we can count on someone being there to be supportive and understanding…

The bigger mystery of our journey is that we don’t know
when our last stop will come.

Neither do we know when our travel companions
will make their last stop.

Not even those sitting in the seat next to us.

Personally, I know I’ll be sad to make my final stop…. I’m sure of it!

My separation from all those friends and acquaintances
I made during the train ride will be painful.
Leaving all those I’m close to will be a sad thing.
But then again, I’m certain that one day I’ll get to the main station
only to meet up with everone else.
They’ll all be carrying their baggage… most of which
they didn’t have when they first got on this train.

I’ll be glad to see them again.
I’ll also be glad to have contributed to their baggage…
and to have enriched their lives,
just as much as they will have contributed to my baggage
and enriched my life.

We’re all on this train ride together.
Above all, we should all try to strive to make the ride as pleasant and memorable as we can, right up until we each make the final stop and leave the train for the last time.

All aboard!
Safe journey!!


Friday, November 14, 2014

The Song of the Birds: value what you have

Vladimir Gusev Art

The Song of the Birds

The owner of a small business,a friend of the poet Olavo Bilac,
met him on the street and asked,

“Mr. Bilac, I need to sell my small farm the one you know so well. Could you please write an announcement for me for the paper?”

Bilac wrote: "For sale: a beautiful property, where birds sing at dawn in extensive woodland, bi-sected by the brilliant and sparkling waters of a large stream. The house is bathed by the rising sun.
It offers tranquil shade in the evenings on the veranda."

Some time later, the poet met his friend and asked whether he had sold the property to which he replied:

“I’ve changed my mind.
When I read what you had written,I realized the treasure that was mine.”

Sometimes we underestimate the good things we have,
chasing after the mirages of false treasures.
Look around and appreciate what you have:
your home,your loved ones,friends on whom you can really count,
the knowledge you have gained, your good health.
And all the beautiful things of life,
that are truly your most precious treasure.

Kissing the Earth

Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.
Thích Nhất Hạnh

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Insightful Quotes On seeking Truth by Friedrich Nietzsche

All things are subject to interpretation. Whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.

Not when the truth is filthy, but when it is shallow, does the enlightened man go unwillingly into its waters.

But I don't wish to hear anything more of things and questions which do not permit of being tested.

Why does man not see things? He is himself standing in the way: he conceals things.

Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed.

The most perfidious way of harming a cause consists of defending it deliberately with faulty arguments.

Gheorghe Zamfir ♡ Été D'Amour

Who science has and art by Johann wolfgang Goethe

Delphin Enjolras Art

Who science has and art
He has religion too
Who neither of them owns
Religion is his due.
Johann wolfgang Goethe

Wer Wissenschaft und Kunst besitzt,
Hat auch Religion;
Wer jene beiden nicht besitzt,
Der habe Religion.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

On Love by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Unless you can muse in a crowd all day
On the absent face that fixed you;
Unless you can love, as the angels may,
With the breadth of heaven betwixt you;
Unless you can dream that his faith is fast,
Through behoving and unbehoving;
Unless you can die when the dream is past —
Oh, never call it loving!

On Education by Jean Jacques rousseau

Lisa Holloway Photography

Do not teach the child many things, but never to let him form inaccurate or confused ideas.I care not if he knows nothing provided he is not mistaken, and I only acquaint him with truths to guard him against the errors he might put in their place. Reason and judgment come slowly, prejudices flock to us in crowds, and from these he must be protected.

But if you make science itself your object, you embark on an unfathomable and shoreless ocean, an ocean strewn with reefs from which you will never return. When I see a man in love with knowledge, yielding to its charms and flitting from one branch to another unable to stay his steps, he seems to me like a child gathering shells on the sea-shore, now picking them up, then throwing them aside for others which he sees beyond them, then taking them again, till overwhelmed by their number and unable to choose between them, he flings them all away and returns empty handed.
Jean Jacques Rousseau

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Mindfulness and the River of feelings: Wit & Wisdom from Mary Ann Evans better known by George Eliot


Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth:
it does not wait for beauty—it flows with resistless force and brings
beauty with it...
George Eliot,Adame Bede

The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
George Eliot

I wish to use my last hours of ease and strength in telling the strange story of my experience. I have never fully unbosomed myself to any human being; I have never been encouraged to trust much in the sympathy of my fellow-men. But we have all a chance of meeting with some pity, some tenderness, some charity, when we are dead: it is the living only who cannot be forgiven — the living only from whom men's indulgence and reverence are held off, like the rain by the hard east wind.

While the heart beats, bruise it — it is your only opportunity; while the eye can still turn towards you with moist, timid entreaty, freeze it with an icy unanswering gaze; while the ear, that delicate messenger to the inmost sanctuary of the soul, can still take in the tones of kindness, put it off with hard civility, or sneering compliment, or envious affectation of indifference; while the creative brain can still throb with the sense of injustice, with the yearning for brotherly recognition — make haste — oppress it with your ill-considered judgements, your trivial comparisons, your careless misrepresentations.
George Eliot,The Lifted Veil

There are few prophets in the world; few sublimely beautiful women; few heroes. I can't afford to give all my love and reverence to such rarities: I want a great deal of those feelings for my every-day fellow-men, especially for the few in the foreground of the great multitude, whose faces I know, whose hands I touch, for whom I have to make way with kindly courtesy.
George Eliot,Adam Bede

We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, "Oh, nothing!" Pride helps; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our hurts— not to hurt others.
George Eliot,Middlemarch

How should all the apparatus of heaven and earth make poetry for a mind that had no movements of awe and tenderness,no sense of fellowship which thrills from the near to the distant, and back again from the distant to the near?
George Eliot,Daniel Deronda

In the checkered area of human experience the seasons are all mingled as in the golden age: fruit and blossom hang together; in the same moment the sickle is reaping and the seed is sprinkled; one tends the green cluster and another treads the winepress. Nay, in each of our lives harvest and spring-time are continually one, until himself gathers us and sows us anew in his invisible fields.
George Eliot,Daniel Deronda

Thursday, November 6, 2014

On life by Marcel Proust

But the truth, even more, is that life is perpetually weaving fresh threads which link one individual and one event to another, and that these threads are crossed and recrossed, doubled and redoubled to thicken the web, so that between any slightest point of our past and all the others a rich network of memories gives us an almost infinite variety of communicating paths to choose from.
Marcel Proust

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Inspiring Literature Quotes On love

Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars, its feet for the swords; it continueth, though an army lay waste the pasture; it comforteth when there are no medicines; it hath the relish of manna; and by it do men live in the desert.
Gilbert Parker,"The White Omen"

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
Emily Brontë,"Wuthering Heights"

You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught. Boris Pasternak,Doctor Zhivago

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
Jane Austen,Persuasion

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Last Days Of Autumn With Amazing Pan Flute Music(Vino Griego)

Reshaping life! by Boris Pasternak

Reshaping life! People who can say that have never understood a thing about life—they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat—however much they have seen or done. They look on it as a lump of raw material that needs to be processed by them, to be ennobled by their touch. But life is never a material, a substance to be molded. If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself, it is infinitely beyond your or my obtuse theories about it.
Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

If men could learn from history by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

If men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us. But passion and party blind our eyes, and the light which experience gives us is a lantern on the stern, which shines only on the waves behind us.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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