When a man has pity on all living creatures then only is he noble.
But for the sake of some little mouthful of flesh we deprive a soul of the sun and light, and of that proportion of life and time it had been born
into the world to enjoy.
We're animals. We're born like every other mammal and
we live our whole lives around disguised animal thoughts.
Buddha
Plutarch
BARBARA KINGSOLVER, Mammals
To One in Paradise
THOU wast all that to me, love,
Ah, dream too bright to last!
For, alas! alas! with me
And all my days are trances,
Edgar Allan Poe
For which my soul did pine:
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, starry Hope, that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!"—but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast.
The light of Life is o'er!
No more—no more—no more—
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar.
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy gray eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams—
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
Perhaps Love Lyrics
(Placido Domingo)
(John Denver)
(Placido Domingo)
(John Denver)
(Placido Domingo)
(John starts joined by Placido)
(Placido Domingo)
(John Denver)
(John starts joined by Placido)
John Denver & Placido Domingo
Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home
Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself
And don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through
Oh, Love to some is like a cloud
To some as strong as steel
For some a way of living
For some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
Some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you
Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
The things which the child loves remain in the domain
of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing
in life is that our souls remaining over the places
where we once enjoyed ourselves.
The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day.
Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend,
So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.
Pablo Neruda
Kahlil Gibran
John Milton, Paradise Regained
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
E. E. Cummings
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
Let religion be to us the wonder and lure of that which is only partly known and understood: An eye that glories in nature's majesty and beauty, and a heart that rejoices in deeds of kindness and of courage.
The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
Vincent B. Silliman
Matthew Arnold
At times I feel as if I am spread out over the landscape and inside things, and am myself living in every tree, in the splashing of the waves, in the clouds and the animals that come and go, in the procession of the seasons.
Carl Jung
