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Haven’t seen any new quotes in a while so I thought I’d add a few more 🙂
> Prayer is not an old woman’s idle
> amusement. Properly understood and
> applied, it is the most potent
> instrument of action.
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> – Mahatma Gandhi>
> “Expecting the world to treat you fairly
> because you are good is like expecting the bull not to charge because you
> are a vegetarian.” —
>
> If you can’ be a good example, then youl’ just
> have to be a horrible warning.
>And my favorite for this forum:
> Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing
> which ones to keep.
>If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.I shall tell you how the sun rose,-
A ribbon at a time.Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carraige held but just ourselves
And Immortality.I really love Emily Dickenson. 🙂
purplecat wrote:If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.I shall tell you how the sun rose,-
A ribbon at a time.Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carraige held but just ourselves
And Immortality.I really love Emily Dickenson. 🙂
That is really beautiful
they’re just a few tidbits from a book that I keep lying around of her collected works. She had an amazing mind, I would have loved to met her. She was very much a recluse in her time.
She probably would have made a great forum member as she preferred correspondence over actually greeting people 😆
True! RedWriter started this thread…I wonder where they went? I havent seen them post in quite a while….
🙂 I’ve always liked that one too. I may fish up a few of my other favorites by her and post them. 🙂
It dropped so low in my regard
I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones
At the bottom of my mindYet blamed the fate that fractured, less
Than I reviled myself
For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.———
Who has not found the heaven below
Will fail of it above.
God’s residence is next to mine,
His furniture is love.——-
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,–
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!———-
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires the sorest need.Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.—–
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you a nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us-don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
—-I looove her work, for as long as I can remember. 🙂
I think we are going to review her works again for Home School. My daughter especially enjoys poetry and will love revisiting Em.
btw here’s a shameless plug on her behalf 😆
http://www.postpoems.com/members/princess_of_godKlaus Schulze (the prolific German composer), in 1977, wrote:The artist is anybody who has something creative to show, perfection is only a question of quantity not quality.
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