Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Im Wasser wogt die Lilie Von Karl August von Platen

Im Wasser wogt die Lilie, die blanke, hin und her,
Doch irrst du, Freund, sobald du sagst, sie schwanke hin und her:
Es wurzelt ja so fest ihr Fuß im tiefen Meeresgrund,
Ihr Haupt nur wiegt ein lieblicher Gedanke hin un her!
Karl August von Platen

Give the ones you love by Dalai Lama XIV

Give the ones you love wings to fly,
roots to come back and reasons to stay.
Dalai Lama XIV

The difference Between “I like you” and “I love you”

What is the difference Between “I like you” and “I love you”?

When you LIKE a flower, you just pluck it.
But when you LOVE a flower,you water it daily.
One who understands this, understands life.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Balance your thought by Aleister Crowley

Balance every thought with its opposition.
Because the marriage of them is the destruction of illusion.

It is the mark of the mind untrained to take its own processes
as valid for all men, and its own judgments for absolute truth.
Aleister Crowley

Because happiness is contagious by Paulo Coelho

Stay close to those who sing, tell stories, and enjoy life, and whose eyes
sparkle with happiness.Because happiness is contagious and will always
manage to find a solution.
Paulo Coelho

Monday, September 26, 2016

To-Night by Louise Chandler Moulton

Louise Chandler Moulton

BEND low, O dusky Night,
And give my spirit rest.
Hold me to your deep breast,
And put old cares to flight.
Give back the lost delight
That once my soul possest,
When Love was loveliest.
Bend low, O dusky Night!

Enfold me in your arms—
The sole embrace I crave
Until the embracing grave
Shield me from life’s alarms.
I dare your subtlest charms;
Your deepest spell I brave,—
O, strong to slay or save,
Enfold me in your arms!

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Words of Wisdom From Lao Tzu: famous Inspirational Quotes

Myth Theme song-Endlesslove-beautiful chinese music

Famous Inspirational Quotes
Lao Tzu

Be careful what you water your dreams with.
Water them with worry and fear and you will
produce weeds that choke the life from your dream.
Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success.
Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity
for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.

Go to the people. Live with them. Learn from them.
Love them. Start with what they know. Build with what
they have. But with the bestleaders, when the work
is done, the task accomplished, the people will say
'We have done this ourselves.”

Would you like to save the world from the degradation and destruction
it seems destined for? Then step away from shallow mass movements and
quietly go to work on your own self-awareness. If you want to awaken
all of humanity, then awaken all of yourself. If you want to eliminate
the suffering in the world, then eliminate all that is dark and negative
in yourself. Truly, the greatest gift you have to give is that of your
own self-transformation.

If a person seems wicked, do not cast him away.
Awaken him with your words, elevate him with your deeds,
repay his injury with your kindness.
Do not cast him away; cast away his wickedness.

The supreme good is like water,
which nourishes all things without trying to.
It is content with the low places that people disdain.

In dwelling, live close to the ground.
In thinking, keep to the simple.
In conflict, be fair and generous.
In governing, don't try to control.
In work, do what you enjoy.
In family life, be completely present.

Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock,
which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft,
and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard.
This is another paradox: what is soft is strong.

Simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,you accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,you reconcile all beings in the world.

Knowing others is intelligence;
knowing yourself is true wisdom.
Mastering others is strength;
mastering yourself is true power.

I have three precious things which I hold fast and prize.
The first is gentleness; the second is frugality;
the third is humility, which keeps me from putting myself before others.
Be gentle and you can be bold; be frugal and you can be liberal;
avoid putting yourself before others and you can become a leader among men.

Manifest plainness,
Embrace simplicity,
Reduce selfishness,
Have few desires.

Kindness in words creates confidence.
Kindness in thinking creates profoundness.
Kindness in giving creates love.

Do the difficult things while they are easy
and do the great things while they are small.
A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.

Surrender your self-interest.
Love others as much as you love yourself.
Then you can be entrusted with all things under heaven.

Colors blind the eye.
Sounds deafen the ear.
Flavors numb the taste.
Thoughts weaken the mind.
Desires wither the heart.

The Master observes the world
but trusts his inner vision.
He allows things to come and go.
His heart is open as the sky.

Fill your bowl to the brim
and it will spill.
Keep sharpening your knife
and it will blunt.
Chase after money and security
and your heart will never unclench.
Care about people's approval
and you will be their prisoner.

Do your work, then step back.
The only path to serenity.

We join spokes together in a wheel,
but it is the center hole
that makes the wagon move.

We shape clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside
that holds whatever we want.

We hammer wood for a house,
but it is the inner space
that makes it livable.

We work with being,
but non-being is what we use.

A good traveler has no fixed plans
and is not intent upon arriving.
A good artist lets his intuition
lead him wherever it wants.
A good scientist has freed himself of concepts
and keeps his mind open to what is.

Thus the Master is available to all people
and doesn't reject anyone.
He is ready to use all situations
and doesn't waste anything.
This is called embodying the light.

What is a good man but a bad man's teacher?
What is a bad man but a good man's job?
If you don't understand this, you will get lost,
however intelligent you are.
It is the great secret.

so the unwanting soul
sees what's hidden,
and the ever-wanting soul
sees only what it wants.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Now Autumn by Salvatore Quasimodo

Salvatore Quasimodo

Mild autumn, I master myself
and bend to your waters to drink the sky,
sweet fugue of trees and depths.

Harsh punishment for being born,
I find myself one with you;
and in you I shatter myself and heal:

poor fallen thing
the earth gathers.

Now Autumn
Salvatore Quasimodo

Now autumn despoils the green of hills,
O my sweet creatures. Again we shall hear,
before night, the last lament

of the birds, the call of the grey
plain that flows towards the deep
murmur of the sea. And the smell of wood
in the rain, the odour of lairs,

how do I live here among houses
among humans, o my sweet creatures.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Sometimes The rain falls for you and me by Sanober Khan

Sometimes the rain
just for you and me

to be the violin
in the background
of our loneliness's song.
Sanober Khan

Tender words we spoke to one another by Rumi

Tender words we spoke to one another
are sealed in the secret vaults of heaven.

One day like rain, they will fall to earth
and grow green all over the world.

I have blossomed so much by Rumi

If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth,
they would be pursuing me.
For I have blossomed so much,
I am the envy of the gardens.

Inside of us, there's a continual autumn.
Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Peace In Heaven, Peace On Earth by Ruskin(inspirational peace quote)

People are always expecting to get peace in heaven:
but you know whatever peace they get there will be ready-made.
Whatever making of peace they can be blest for, must be on the earth here.
John Ruskin,The Eagle’s Nest.

Peace by Thomas Moore

I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near,
And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world,
A heart that was humble might hope for it here".
Thomas Moore, Ballad Stanzas

Peace Of Mind by William Butler Yeats

We can make our minds
so like still water
that beings gather about us
that they may see,
it may be, their own images,
and live for a moment with a clearer,
perhaps even with a fiercer life
because of our quiet.
William Butler Yeats,The Celtic Twilight

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

I Go To Nature by John Burroughs-Inspirational Nature Quotes

I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower,
for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.

Joy in the universe, and keen curiosity about it all -
that has been my religion.

Close scrutiny of an object in nature will nearly
always yield some significant fact.

In the order of nature we may behold the ways of the Eternal.

To the scientist Nature is a storehouse of facts, laws, processes;
to the artist she is a storehouse of pictures; to the poet she is
a storehouse of images, fancies, a source of inspiration;
to the moralist she is a storehouse of precepts and parables;
to all she may be a source of knowledge and joy.
John Burroughs

Liberty by Alfred de Musset

Few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits.
Alfred de Musset

Monday, September 19, 2016

She Was beautiful deep down to her soul by F. Scott Fitzgerald

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines.
She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful,
for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved.
She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile,
even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as
temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.
She is beautiful.
F. Scott Fitzgerald

Reflections:The selfishness BY FULKE GREVILLE

We are not slow at discovering the selfishness of others;
for this plain reason--because it clashes with our own.
FULKE GREVILLE, Maxims, Characters and Reflections

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Unity by Alfred Noyes/***/Inspirational love poetry of Alfred Noyes

Mike Oldfield-Muse

Alfred Noyes

Heart of my heart, the world is young;
Love lies hidden in every rose!
Every song that the skylark sung
Once, we thought, must come to a close:
Now we know the spirit of song,
Song that is merged in the chant of the whole,
Hand in hand as we wander along,
What should we doubt of the years that roll?

Heart of my heart, we cannot die!
Love triumphant in flower and tree,
Every life that laughs at the sky
Tells us nothing can cease to be:
One, we are one with the song to-day,
One with the clover that scents the world,
One with the Unknown, far away,
One with the stars, when earth grows old.

Heart of my heart, we are one with the wind,
One with the clouds that are whirled o'er the lea,
One in many, O broken and blind,
One as the waves are at one with the sea!
Ay! When life seems scattered apart,
Darkens, ends as a tale that is told,
One, we are one, O heart of my heart,
One, still one, while the world grows old.

We have come by curious ways
To the Light that holds the days;
We have sought in haunts of fear
For that all-enfolding sphere:
And lo! it was not far, but near.
We have found, O foolish-fond,
The shore that has no shore beyond.

Deep in every heart it lies
With its untranscended skies;
For what heaven should bend above
Hearts that own the heaven of love?
Alfred Noyes,The Flower of Old Japan

Your dreamers may dream it
The shadow of a dream,
Your sages may deem it
A bubble on the stream;
Yet our kingdom draweth nigher
With each dawn and every day,
Through the earthquake and the fire
Love will find out the way.
Alfred Noyes

Thursday, September 15, 2016

O love, my world is you by Christina Rossetti(Excerpt from Monna Innominata)

For one man is my world of all the men
This wide world holds; O love, my world is you.
Howbeit, to meet you grows almost a pang
Because the pang of parting comes so soon;
My hope hangs waning, waxing, like a moon
Between the heavenly days on which we meet:
Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang
When life was sweet because you call'd them sweet?
Christina Rossetti,Monna Innominata

Theology & philosophy by Ludwig Feuerbach

To theology,only what it holds sacred is true,
whereas to philosophy, only what holds true is sacred.
Ludwig Feuerbach

In times of change by Eric Hoffer

In times of change, learners inherit the earth while the learned find
themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists.
Eric Hoffer

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Let the dream go by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Let the dream go. Are there not other dreams
In vastness of clouds hid from thy sight
That yet shall gild with beautiful gold gleams,
And shoot the shadows through and through with light?
What matters one lost vision of the night?
Let the dream go! ...
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Instead of Making Art by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

Instead of Making Art
Excerpt from Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience
Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

Most of us spend many hours each week watching celebrated athletes playing
in enormous stadiums. Instead of making music, we listen to platinum records
cut by millionaire musicians. Instead of making art, we go to admire paintings
that brought in the highest bids at the latest auction. We do not run risks
acting on our beliefs, but occupy hours each day watching actors who pretend
to have adventures, engaged in mock-meaningful action.

This vicarious participation is able to mask, at least temporarily, the underlying
emptiness of wasted time. But it is a very pale substitute for attention invested
in real challenges. The flow experience that results from the use of skills leads
to growth; passive entertainment leads nowhere. Collectively we are wasting each year the equivalent of millions of years of human consciousness.
The energy that could be used to focus on complex goals, to provide enjoyable growth, is squandered on patterns of stimulation that only mimic reality.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Roses by Louise Chandler Moulton

Roses that briefly live,
Joy is your dower;
Blest be the fates that give
One perfect hour.
And, though too soon you
In your dust glows
Something the passer-by
Knows was a Rose.
Louise Chandler Moulton

I am not too sure by H. L. Mencken

Moral certainty is always a sign of cultural inferiority....
All human progress, even in morals, has been the work of men who have
doubted the current moral values, not of men who have whooped them up
and tried to enforce them. The truly civilized man is always skeptical
and tolerant, in this field as in all others.
His culture is based on "I am not too sure."
H. L. Mencken

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Truth gains more by John Stuart Mill

Truth gains more even by the errors of one who, with due study and preparation, thinks for himself, than by the true opinions of those who only hold them because they do not suffer themselves to think.
John Stuart Mill

The propagandist by Aldous Huxley

The propagandist's purpose is to make one set of people forget
that certain other sets of people are human.
Aldous Huxley

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Nature has not changed by George Sand

Nature has not changed.The night is still unsullied, the stars still twinkle,
and the wild thyme smells as sweetly now as it did then ...

We may be afflicted and unhappy, but no one can take from us the sweet delight
which is nature's gift to those who love her and her poetry.
George Sand

Soulmate by Robert Brault

What we find in a soulmate
is not something wild to tame
but something wild to run with.
Robert Brault

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Excerpts and selected Poetry from Leaves OF Grass by Walt Whitman

Swan Lake Waltz - Tchaikovsky

Excerpts from Leaves OF Grass
Walt Whitman

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me,
The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new tongue.

I am the poet of the woman the same as the man,
And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,
And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.

One's-self I sing, a simple separate person,
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.

Of physiology from top to toe I sing,
Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse,I say
the Form complete is worthier far,
The Female equally with the Male I sing.

Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine,
The Modern Man I sing.”

I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me,
You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.

The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.

re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book,
and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall
be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words,
but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes
of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body.

You shall no longer take things at second or third hand,
nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.

I have no chair, no church, no philosophy,
I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,
But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooking you round the waist,
My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road.

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.
It is not far, it is within reach,
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know,
Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself,
(for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean,
of the struggle ever renew’d,Of the poor results of all,
of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest,with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge
that pass all the argument of the earth,
And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,
And that all the men ever born are also my brothers,
and the women my sisters and lovers,
And that a kelson of the creation is love,

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least,
Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.
Why should I wish to see God better than this day?

I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass,
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe'er I go,
Others will punctually come for ever and ever.

I dream'd in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks
of the whole of the rest of the earth,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led the rest,
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words.

Do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant?
Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she
has no right to a sight?
Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float,
and the soil is on the surface, and water runs and vegetation sprouts,
For you only, and not for him and her?

These are the thoughts of all men in all ages and
lands, they are not original with me,

If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing
or next to nothing,
If they do not enclose everything they are next to
If they are not the riddle and the untying of the
riddle they are nothing,
If they are not just as close as they are distant they
are nothing.

This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and
the water is,
This is the common air that bathes the globe.
This is the breath of laws and songs and behaviour,
This is the tasteless water of souls....

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