Thursday, October 19, 2017

Be aware of change in the air by William Douglas


As nightfall does not come all at once, neither does oppression.
In both instances, there is a twilight when everything remains
seemingly unchanged. And it is in such twilight that we all must
be most aware of change in the air — however slight — lest
we become unwitting victims of the darkness.
William O. Douglas

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Perhaps The truth depends on by Wallace Stevens


Perhaps
The truth depends on a walk around a lake,
A composing as the body tires,
a stop To see hepatica, a stop to watch
A definition growing certain and
A wait within that certainty, a rest
In the swags of pine-trees bordering the lake.
Perhaps there are times of inherent excellence.
Wallace Stevens

Words To live by BY Abraham Lincoln


I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true.
I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live
up to what light I have.
Abraham Lincoln

Saturday, October 14, 2017

The Warrior of the Light is a believer by Paulo Coelho


The Warrior of the Light is a believer.

Because he believes in miracles, miracles begin to happen.
Because he is sure that his thoughts can change his life,
his life begins to change.
Because he is certain that he will find love, love appears.
Paulo Coelho, Warrior of the Light

Friday, October 13, 2017

Hope Through Tears by John Vance Cheney


Not in the time of pleasure
Hope doth set her bow;
But in the sky of sorrow,
Over the vale of woe.

Through gloom and shadow look we
On beyond the years!
The soul would have no rainbow
Had the eyes no tears.
John Vance Cheney

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Virtue :A delicate plant by Isaac Barrow


Virtue is not a mushroom, that springeth up of itself in one night
when we are asleep, or regard it not; but a delicate plant, that
groweth slowly and tenderly, needing much pains to cultivate it,
much care to guard it, much time to mature it, in our untoward
soil, in this world's unkindly weather.
Isaac Barrow

Fight for a life of action by Rita Mae Brown


A life of reaction is a life of slavery, intellectually and spiritually.
One must fight for a life of action, not reaction.
Rita Mae Brown

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Warmth by Miguel De Unamuno


Warmth, warmth, more warmth!
For we are dying of cold and not darkness.
It is not the night that kills, but the frost.
Miguel de Unamuno, Tragic Sense of Life

Monday, October 9, 2017

True Joy by John Donn


True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven,
it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should
be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world
is safe to place it in.
John Donn

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Famous Romanticism Poems:Serenade by Victor Hugo/Sonnet by Alfred De Musset

Music:
André Rieu - Fascination



SERENADE/Sérénade
Victor Hugo

Traslated from French
Henry F.Chorly

When the voice of thy lute at the eve
Charmeth the ear,
In the hour of enchantment believe
What I murmur near.
That the tune can the Age of Gold
With its magic restore.
Play on, play on, my fair one,
Play on for evermore.


When thy laugh like the song of the dawn
Riseth so gay
That the shadows of Night are withdrawn
And melt away,
I remember my years of care
And misgiving no more.
Laugh on, laugh on, my fair one,
Laugh on for evermore.


When thy sleep like the moonlight above
Lulling the sea,
Doth enwind thee in visions of love,
Perchance, of me!
I can watch so in dream that enthralled me,
Never before!
Sleep on, sleep on, my fair one!
Sleep on for evermore.

Sonnet:To see each other truly
Alfred de Musset

Sonnet:Se voir le plus possible
Translated by A. S. Kline

To see each other truly, to love each other only,
Without deceit, diversion, without shame or lies,
With no desire eluding us, never remorsefully,
To live as one, give the heart to every moment’s flight;

To respect all thought as deeply as one plunges in,
To make of love the light of day and not a dream,
And in that clarity breathe freely forever –
So Laure sighed and sang to her lover.


You whose every step touches grace supreme,
It’s you, among the flowers who seem carefree:
That is how one should love, you said to me.

And it is I, old child of doubt and blasphemy,
Who listening, and thinking, make you this reply:
Yes, it’s thus one loves, though one lives otherwise.

The original Poems in French

Sérénade
Victor Hugo

Quand tu chantes, bercée
Le soir entre mes bras,
Entends-tu ma pensée
Qui te répond tout bas?
Ton doux chant me rappelle
Les plus beaux de mes jours..._
Chantez, ma belle,
Chantez toujours!

Quand tu ris, sur ta bouche
L'amour s'épanouit,
Et soudain le farouche
Soupçon s'évanouit.
Ah! le rire fidèle
Prouve un cœur sans détours..._
Riez, ma belle,
Riez toujours!

Quand tu dors, calme et pure,
Dans l'ombre, sous mes yeux,
Ton haleine murmure
Des mots harmonieux.
Ton beau corps se révèle
Sans voile et sans atours..._
Dormez, ma belle,
Dormez toujours!

Sonnet : Se voir le plus possible
Alfred De Musset

Se voir le plus possible et s'aimer seulement,
Sans ruse et sans détours, sans honte ni mensonge,
Sans qu'un désir nous trompe, ou qu'un remords nous ronge,
Vivre à deux et donner son coeur à tout moment ;

Respecter sa pensée aussi loin qu'on y plonge,
Faire de son amour un jour au lieu d'un songe,
Et dans cette clarté respirer librement -
Ainsi respirait Laure et chantait son amant.

Vous dont chaque pas touche à la grâce suprême,
Cest vous, la tête en fleurs, qu'on croirait sans souci,
C'est vous qui me disiez qu'il faut aimer ainsi.

Et c'est moi, vieil enfant du doute et du blasphème,
Qui vous écoute, et pense, et vous réponds ceci :
Oui, l'on vit autrement, mais c'est ainsi qu'on aime.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

I didn't fall in love with you by Kiersten White


I didn't fall in love with you.
I walked into love with you,
with my eyes wide open, choosing
to take every step along the way.

I do believe in fate and destiny,
but I also believe we are only
fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway.

And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes,
in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality,
I'd find you and I'd choose you
Kiersten White,The Chaos of Stars

Let's Live For Each Other


Nothing in the Nature lives for itself.
Rivers don't drink their own water.
Trees don't eat their own fruit.
Sun doesn't give heat for itself.
Flowers don't spread fragrance for themselves.

Living For Others, is the rule of Nature

Friday, September 29, 2017

Excerpts From "Rational Living" by Albert Ellis/Part 1


When people change their irrational beliefs to undogmatic
flexible preferences, they become less disturbed.

Rational beliefs bring us closer to getting good results
in the real world.

If something is irrational, that means it won't work.
It's usually unrealistic.


It's not what happens to you, but how you react to what
happens to you, that makes the difference.

The more sinful and guilty a person tends to feel, the less
chance there is that he will be a happy, healthy, or law-abiding
citizen. He will become a compulsive wrong-doer.

To err is human; to forgive people and yourself for poor
behavior is to be sensible and realistic.


Reality is not so much what happens to us; rather, it is how
we think about those events that create the reality we experience.
In a very real sense, this means that we each create the reality
in which we live.

If human emotions largely result from thinking, then one may appreciably
control one's feelings by controlling one's thoughts - or by changing
the internalized sentences, or self-talk, with which one largely created
the feeling in the first place.


Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Search For The Full Expression of Yourself by joseph Conrad


You must squeeze out of yourself every sensation, every thought, every image,-
mercilessly, without reserve and without remorse: you must search the darkest
corners of your heart, the most remote recesses of your brain,-
you must search them for the image, for the glamour, for the right expression.

And you must do it sincerely, at any cost: you must do it so that at the end
of your day's work you should feel exhausted, emptied of every sensation and
every thought, with a blank mind and an aching heart, with the notion that
there is nothing,-nothing left in you.
Joseph Conrad

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

People Of Real Togetherness by D. H. Lawrence


Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness
have that look of being alone in the universe.
The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
D. H. Lawrence

Monday, September 25, 2017

Love & Fear by Aldous Huxley


Love casts out fear; but conversely fear casts out love.
And not only love. Fear also casts out intelligence, casts
out goodness, casts out all thought of beauty and truth.
Aldous Huxley

A mind that has come to the stillness
of wisdom shall know being,shall know what it is to love.
Love is neither personal nor impersonal.Love is love, not
to be defined or described by the mind as exclusive
or inclusive.Love is its own eternity; it is the real,
the supreme, the immeasurable.
Aldous Huxley

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Friday, September 22, 2017

Who Says Words With My Mouth?Rumi

Music:
Dahlia-Adam Hurst



Who Says Words With My Mouth?
Rumi

From Essential Rumi
by Coleman Barks

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.

I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

How can one blush for what one adores? George Sand


Once my heart was captured,reason was shown the door,
deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy.

I accepted everything,I believed everything,without struggle,
without suffering,without regret,without false shame.

How can one blush for what one adores?
George Sand,The Story Of My Life

JOY by Jean Paul


Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew,
and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
Jean Paul

It is not the end of joy that makes
us so sad, but the end of hope.
Jean Paul

Monday, September 18, 2017

Moments/Instantes by Jorge Luis Borges


Moments
Jorge Luis Borges

If I could live my life again
I’d try to make more mistakes,
I wouldn’t try to be so perfect,
I’d be more relaxed,
I’d be more true-to-life than I was.

In fact, I’d take fewer things seriously,
I’d be less hygienic,
I’d take more risks,
I’d take more trips,
I’d watch more sunsets,
I’d climb more mountains,
I’d swim more rivers,
I’d go to more places I’ve never been,
I’d eat more ice cream and less lime beans,
I’d have more real problems and less imaginary ones.

I was one of those people who live
prudent and prolific lives
each minute of their existence.
Of course did I have moments of joy
yet if I could go back I’d try to have good moments only.
In case you don’t know: that’s what life is made of.

I was one of those who never go anywhere,
without a thermometer,
without a hot-water bottle,
without an umbrella,
without a parachute.

If I could live again
I’d travel light,
I’d try to work barefoot,
from Spring to Fall,
I’d ride more carts,
I’d watch more sunrises,
play with more kids.

If I could live my life again
– but now I am 85,
and I know I am dying.


The original IN Spanish

Instantes
Jorge Luis Borges

Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida,
en la próxima trataría de cometer más errores.
No intentaría ser tan perfecto, me relajaría más.
Sería más tonto de lo que he sido,
de hecho tomaría muy pocas cosas con seriedad.
Sería menos higiénico.
Correría más riesgos,
haría más viajes,
contemplaría más atardeceres,
subiría más montañas, nadaría más ríos.
Iría a más lugares adonde nunca he ido,
comería más helados y menos habas,
tendría más problemas reales y menos imaginarios.

Yo fui una de esas personas que vivió sensata
y prolíficamente cada minuto de su vida;
claro que tuve momentos de alegría.
Pero si pudiera volver atrás trataría
de tener solamente buenos momentos.

Por si no lo saben, de eso está hecha la vida,
sólo de momentos; no te pierdas el ahora.

Yo era uno de esos que nunca
iban a ninguna parte sin un termómetro,
una bolsa de agua caliente,
un paraguas y un paracaídas;
si pudiera volver a vivir, viajaría más liviano.

Si pudiera volver a vivir
comenzaría a andar descalzo a principios
de la primavera
y seguiría descalzo hasta concluir el otoño.

Daría más vueltas en calesita,
contemplaría más amaneceres,
y jugaría con más niños,
si tuviera otra vez vida por delante.

Pero ya ven, tengo 85 años...

y sé que me estoy muriendo.

Monday, September 11, 2017

A Romance of Souls by John Donne


Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go,
endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to
airy thinness beat.
John Donne

Loss & Gain by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


loss and gain
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.

I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.

But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Into each life some rain must fall


Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, An April Day.

Friday, September 8, 2017

Give Me The Flute By Khalil Gibran

Music:
OMAR AKRAM-Secret Journey



Give me the flute
Khalil Gibran

Give me the flute and sing,
immortality lies in a song
and even after we’ve perished
the flute continues to lament.

Have you taken refuge in the woods
away from places, like me,
followed streams on their courses
and climbed up the rocks?

Did you ever bathe in a perfume
and dry yourself with a light
drink the dawn as wine
rarefied in goblets of ether?

Give me the flute then and sing,
the best of prayer is song
and even when life perishes
the flute continues to lament.

Have you spent an evening
as I have done, among vines,
where the golden candelabra
clusters hang down?

Did you sleep on the grass at night
and let space be your blanket,
abstaining from all that will come
forgetful of all that has passed?

Give the flute then and sing,
in singing is Justice for the heart
and even after every guilt has perished
the flute continues to lament.

Give the flute and sing
forget illness and its cure,
people are nothing but lines
which are scribbled on water.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Excerpts from "Wind, Sand and Stars by Antoine de Saint-Exupery


ON Friendship & Human Relationships
Excerpts from "Wind, Sand and Stars"
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Thus is the earth at once a desert and a paradise, rich in secret hidden gardens,
gardens inaccessible, but to which the craft leads us ever back, one day or another.

Life may scatter us and keep us apart; it may prevent us from thinking very often
of one another; but we know that our comrades are somewhere ‘out there’ – where,
one can hardly say – silent, forgotten, but deeply faithful.
And when our path crosses theirs, they greet us with such manifest joy, shake us
so gaily by the shoulders! Indeed we are accustomed to waiting...

We had met at last.Men travel side by side for years, each locked up in his own
silence or exchanging those words which carry no freight – till danger comes.
Then they stand shoulder to shoulder. They discover that they belong to the same
family. They wax and bloom in the recognition of fellow-beings.
They look at one another and smile. They are like the prisoners set free who
marvel at the immensity of the sea.

Happiness! It is useless to seek it elsewhere than in the warmth of human relations.
Our sordid interests imprison us within their walls.Only a comrade can grasp us
by the hand and haul us free.And these human relations must be created...

Old friends cannot be created out of hand. Nothing can match the treasure of common
memories, of rivals endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous
emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon
to sit in the shade of the oak.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

The meaning Of Life by Antoine de Saint Exupéry


Excerpts from "Wind, Sand and Stars"
Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life.
It is not something discovered: it is something molded.
These prison walls that this age of trade has built up round us,
we can break down. We can still run free, call to our comrades,
and marvel to hear once more, in response to our call,
the impassioned chant of the human voice.
Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Bound to You by Charlotte Brontë


Vladimir Volegov ART

You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you
with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent,
a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you
to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and,
kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.
Charlotte Brontë,Jane Eyre

Romance by Nizar Qabbani


Should another give you a cloud, I give you rain.
Should he give you a lantern, I will give you the moon.
Should he give you a branch, I will give you the trees.
And if another gives you a ship, I shall give you the journey.
Nizar Qabbani

Light by George Eliot


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

Friday, August 25, 2017

Best Jonathan Swift Quotes


There is nothing constant in this world but inconsistency.

It is a miserable thing to live in suspense;
it is the life of the spider.

How is it possible to expect that mankind will take advice
when they will not so much as take warning.

Everyone desires long life, not one old age.

When we are old, our friends find it difficult to please us,
and are less concerned whether we be pleased or not.


The various opinions of philosophers have scattered through the world
as many plagues of the mind as Pandora's box did those of the body;
only with this difference, that they have not left hope at the bottom.

Positiveness is a good quality for preachers and speakers because,
whoever shares his thoughts with the public will convince them
as he himself appears convinced.


In men desire begets love, and in women love begets desire.

Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.

If a man makes me keep my distance, the comfort is,
he keeps his at the same time.

Reasoning will never make a man correct an ill opinion,
which by reasoning he never acquired.

You should never be ashamed to admit you have been wrong.
It only proves you are wiser today than yesterday.

The best doctors in the world are
Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and Doctor Merryman.

Live every day as your last,
because one of these days, it will be.


If a man would register all his opinions upon love, politics, religion,
learning etc., beginning from his youth, and so go to old age, what
a bundle of inconsistencies and contradictions would appear at last.

Small causes are sufficient to make a man uneasy, when great ones
are not in the way: for want of a block he will stumble at a straw.

Although men are accused of not knowing their own weakness, yet perhaps
few know their own strength. It is in men as in soils, where sometimes
there is a vein of gold which the owner knows not of.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

I choose to love you BY Rumi


I choose to love you in silence.
For in silence I find no rejection,

I choose to love you in loneliness.
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,

I choose to adore you from a distance.
For distance will shield me from pain,

I choose to kiss you in the wind.
For the wind is gentler than my lips,

I choose to hold you in my dreams.
For in my dreams, you have no end.
Rumi

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