Monday, October 30, 2017

The people are phenomena of perception by Wallace stevens


The people in the world, and the objects in it, and the world
as a whole, are not absolute things, but on the contrary,
are the phenomena of perception.

If we were all alike: if we were millions of people saying
do, re, mi,in unison, One poet would be enough.

But we are not alone, and everything needs expounding all the time
because,as people live and die, each one perceiving life and death
for himself, and mostly by and in himself, there develops a curiosity
about the perceptions of others.

This is what makes it possible to go on
saying new things about old things.
Wallace Stevens

What solitudes all these human bodies are! by Alfred De musset


Alas, everything that men say to one another is alike;
the ideas they exchange are almost always the same,
in their conversation. But inside all those isolated machines,
what hidden recesses, what secret compartments!
It is an entire world that each one carries within him,
an unknown world that is born and dies in silence!
What solitudes all these human bodies are!
Alfred de Musset, Fantasio

Saturday, October 28, 2017

O divine music! by Khalil Gibran

Music:
Nostalgia - Judy Esther


Music
khalil Gibran

Music is the quivering of a string, charged with waves
from the upper air,it penetrates your hearing, its echos
emerges from your eyes in a burning tear, and from your
lips as they sigh for a beloved one being far away,or it
utters a moan caused by the sting of history and the fangs of destiny.

And it can happen that the notes of music are reflected
on your lips as a smile of fulfilment.


Music is a houri in the paradise of the gods,
who was in love with the sons of Adam, Then
she came down to earth and told them of her love.
The gods, in a fury, ordered a terrible wind
to rush after her in pursuit.

In this way, she was scattered through the air
and disseminated to all the corners of the earth.
She did not die, she still lives in the ears of humans.

Music is the echo of the first kiss bestowed by Adam on the lips of Eve.
And ever since then this echo has caused pleausre to
rebound onto fingers as they play and ears as they listen.


Through the eyes of hearing I was able to see the heart of love.

Music is the language of the spirit.
Its melody is like a playful breeze
which makes the strings vibrate with love.

When the fairy fingers of music touch the doorway of feelings
they awake memories enclosed in the depths of the past.

O divine music!

We lay our hearts and our souls
closely within you.

You teach us to see with our ears,
and to listen with our hearts.

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Affirm The Body,The Mind & The Spirit by Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Affirm the body, beautiful and whole,
The earth-expression of immortal soul.

Affirm the mind, the messenger of the hour,
To speed between thee and the source of power.

Affirm the spirit, the Eternal I —
Of this great trinity no part deny.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Best & famous Quotes from Don Quijote de la mancha by Miguel de Cervante


Get the better of yourself -
this is the best kind of victory.


Time ripens all things; no man is born wise.

Where there's music there can be no evil.

Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles.

Make yourself honey and the flies will devour you.

Be slow of tongue and quick of eye.

Experience is the universal mother of sciences.


Good actions ennoble us, and we are the sons of our deeds.

Can we ever have too much of a good thing?

Well, there's a remedy for all things but death,
which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.

There is no remembrance which time does not obliterate,
nor pain which death does not terminate.

We ought to love our Maker for His own sake,
without either hope of good or fear of pain.


He who loses wealth loses much;
he who loses a friend loses more;
but he that loses his courage loses all.

No fathers or mothers think their own children ugly;
and this self-deceit is yet stronger with respect to
the offspring of the mind.

It is the part of a wise man to keep himself today for tomorrow,
and not to venture all his eggs in one basket.

Three things too much, and three too little are pernicious to man;
to speak much, and know little; to spend much, and have little;
to presume much, and be worth little.


It is not the responsibility of knights errant to discover whether
the afflicted, the enchained and the oppressed whom they encounte
on the road are reduced to these circumstances and suffer this
distress for their vices, or for their virtues: the knight's sole
responsibility is to succour them as people in need, having eyes
only for their sufferings, not for their misdeeds.

Monday, October 23, 2017

My peace is gone /Excerpt from "Faust" by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe


Excerpt from Faust
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Margaret (Alone at her spinning wheel)

My peace is gone,
My heart is heavy,
I will find it never
and never more.

Where I do not have him,
That is the grave,
The whole world
Is bitter to me.


My poor head
Is crazy to me,
My poor mind
Is torn apart.

My peace is gone,
My heart is heavy,
I will find it never
and never more.


For him only, I look
Out the window
Only for him do I go
Out of the house.

His tall walk,
His noble figure,
His mouth's smile,
His eyes' power,


And his mouth's
Magic flow,
His handclasp,
and ah! his kiss!

My peace is gone,
My heart is heavy,
I will find it never
and never more.


My bosom urges itself
toward him.
Ah, might I grasp
And hold him!

And kiss him,
As I would wish,
At his kisses
I should die!


GERMAN TEXT

Meine Ruh' ist hin
Auszug aus der Tragödie "Faust"
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Gretchens Stube.
Gretchen (am Spinnrad, allein).

Meine Ruh ist hin,
Mein Herz ist schwer;
Ich finde sie nimmer
und nimmermehr.

Wo ich ihn nicht hab,
Ist mir das Grab,
Die ganze Welt
Ist mir vergällt.

Mein armer Kopf
Ist mir verrückt,
Meiner armer Sinn
Ist mir zerstückt.

Meine Ruh ist hin,
Mein Herz ist schwer,
Ich finde sie nimmer
und nimmermehr.

Nach ihm nur schau ich
Zum Fenster hinaus,
Nach ihm nur geh ich
Aus dem Haus.

Sein hoher Gang,
Sein edle Gestalt,
Seines Mundes Lächeln,
Seiner Augen Gewalt,

Und seiner Rede
Zauberfluß,
Sein Händedruck,
Und ach! sein Kuß!

Meine Ruh ist hin,
Mein Herz ist schwer,
Ich finde sie nimmer
und nimmermehr.

Mein Busen drängt
Sich nach ihm hin,
Ach dürft ich fassen
Und halten ihn,

Und küssen ihn,
So wie ich wollt,
An seinen Küssen
Vergehen sollt!

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

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