Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 Love makes the wildest spirit tame, and the tamest spirit wild. - Alexis Delp Great men undertake great things because they are great; fools, because they think them easy. - Vauvenargues Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 We must each find our separate meaning in the persuasion of our days until we meet in the meaning of the world. - Christopher Fry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 If each of us were to confess his most secret desire, the one that inspires all his plans, all his actions, he would say: "I want to be praised." - E. M. Cioran Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 Every true man, sir, who is a little above the level of the beasts and plants, lives so as to give a meaning and a value to his own life. - Luigi Pirandello Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire. - Patti Smith Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 The moment somebody says to me, "This is very risky," is the moment it becomes attractive to me. - Kate Capshaw Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 Discontent is the first step in progress. No one knows what is in him till he tries, and many would never try if they were not forced to. - Basil W. Maturin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer. Ralph Waldo Emerson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 All our progress is an unfolding, like a vegetable bud. You have first an instinct, then an opinion, then a knowledge as the plant has root, bud, and fruit. Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason. Ralph Waldo Emerson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old. Ralph Waldo Emerson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 Character is higher than intellect... A great soul will be strong to live, as well as to think. Ralph Waldo Emerson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 Conversation is an art in which a man has all mankind for his competitors, for it is that which all are practising every day while they live. Ralph Waldo Emerson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 I hate quotations. Tell me what you know. Ralph Waldo Emerson I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the Stern Fact, the Sad Self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. Ralph Waldo Emerson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 If I have lost confidence in myself, I have the universe against me. Ralph Waldo Emerson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 10, 2011 Author Share Posted August 10, 2011 I know therefore I speak. I speak therefore I do. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 11, 2011 Author Share Posted August 11, 2011 Whatif by Shel Silverstein Last night, while I lay thinking here, some Whatifs crawled inside my ear and pranced and partied all night long and sang their same old Whatif song: Whatif I'm dumb in school? Whatif they've closed the swimming pool? Whatif I get beat up? Whatif there's poison in my cup? Whatif I start to cry? Whatif I get sick and die? Whatif I flunk that test? Whatif green hair grows on my chest? Whatif nobody likes me? Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me? Whatif I don't grow talle? Whatif my head starts getting smaller? Whatif the fish won't bite? Whatif the wind tears up my kite? Whatif they start a war? Whatif my parents get divorced? Whatif the bus is late? Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight? Whatif I tear my pants? Whatif I never learn to dance? Everything seems well, and then the nighttime Whatifs strike again! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 11, 2011 Author Share Posted August 11, 2011 Cloony The Clown by Shel Silverstein I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown Who worked in a circus that came through town. His shoes were too big and his hat was too small, But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all. He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes, He had a green dog and a thousand balloons. He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall, But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all. And every time he did a trick, Everyone felt a little sick. And every time he told a joke, Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke. And every time he lost a shoe, Everyone looked awfully blue. And every time he stood on his head, Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed!" And every time he made a leap, Everybody fell asleep. And every time he ate his tie, Everyone began to cry. And Cloony could not make any money Simply because he was not funny. One day he said, "I'll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown." And he told them all why he looked so sad, And he told them all why he felt so bad. He told of Pain and Rain and Cold, He told of Darkness in his soul, And after he finished his tale of woe, Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no, They laughed until they shook the trees With "Hah-Hah-Hahs" and "Hee-Hee-Hees." They laughed with howls and yowls and shrieks, They laughed all day, they laughed all week, They laughed until they had a fit, They laughed until their jackets split. The laughter spread for miles around To every city, every town, Over mountains, 'cross the sea, From Saint Tropez to Mun San Nee. And soon the whole world rang with laughter, Lasting till forever after, While Cloony stood in the circus tent, With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent. And he said,"THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT - I'M FUNNY JUST BY ACCIDENT." And while the world laughed outside. Cloony the Clown sat down and cried. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 11, 2011 Author Share Posted August 11, 2011 The Little Boy and the Old Man by Shel Silverstein Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon." Said the old man, "I do that too." The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants." "I do that too," laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, "I often cry." The old man nodded, "So do I." "But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems Grown-ups don't pay attention to me." And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. "I know what you mean," said the little old man. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 11, 2011 Author Share Posted August 11, 2011 God's Wheel by Shel Silverstein GOD says to me with a kind of smile, "Hey how would you like to be God awhile And steer the world?" "Okay," says I, "I'll give it a try. Where do I set? How much do I get? What time is lunch? When can I quit?" "Gimme back that wheel," says GOD. "I don't think you're quite ready YET." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 11, 2011 Author Share Posted August 11, 2011 Forgotten Language by Shel Silverstein Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 11, 2011 Author Share Posted August 11, 2011 It's Dark in Here by Shel Silverstein I am writing these poems From inside a lion, And it's rather dark in here. So please excuse the handwriting Which may not be too clear. But this afternoon by the lion's cage I'm afraid I got too near. And I'm writing these lines From inside a lion, And it's rather dark in here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 11, 2011 Author Share Posted August 11, 2011 Walkers With The Dawn by Langston Hughes Being walkers with the dawn and morning, Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness-- Being walkers with the sun and morning. The Blues by Langston Hughes When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you're in a hurry- That's the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar And you've lost the dime you had- Slipped through a hole in your pocket somewhere- That's the blues, too, and bad! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 11, 2011 Author Share Posted August 11, 2011 Justice by Langston Hughes That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are wise: Her bandage hides two festering sores That once perhaps were eyes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 11, 2011 Author Share Posted August 11, 2011 Mother to Son by Langston Hughes Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor” Bare. But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on, And reachin' landin's, And turnin' corners, And sometimes goin' in the dark Where there ain't been no light. So, boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps. 'Cause you finds it's kinder hard. Don't you fall now— For I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin', And life for me ain't been no crystal stair. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted August 11, 2011 Author Share Posted August 11, 2011 Democracy by Langston Hughes Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right As the other fellow has To stand On my two feet And own the land. I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I'm dead. I cannot live on tomorrow's bread. Freedom Is a strong seed Planted In a great need. I live here, too. I want freedom Just as you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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