See them try to bring the hammer down No damn chains can hold me to the ground

METALLICA

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“Is it a small thing to quench the flames of hell with the holy tears of pity — to unbind the martyr from the stake — break all the chains — put out the fires of civil war — stay the sword of the fanatic, and tear the bloody hands of the Church from the white throat of Science?
Is it a small thing to make men truly free — to destroy the dogmas of ignorance, prejudice and power — the poisoned fables of superstition, and drive from the beautiful face of the earth the fiend of fear?”

― Robert G. Ingersoll

Patience is the calm acceptance that things can happen in a different order than the one you have in mind.”

― David Allen

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“The sea was cruel and selfish as human beings, and in its monstrous simplicity had no notion of complexities like pity, wounding, or remorse… You could see yourself in it… while the wind, the light, the swaying, the sound of the water on the hull worked the miracle of distancing, calming you until you didn’t hurt anymore, erasing any pity, any wound, and any remorse.”

― Arturo Pérez-Reverte, Queen Of The South

The Confidant is held together with delicate threads and secrets.

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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

A second component in our inventory is discovering the roots of our addictions and codependencies.

http://www.12step.org/the-12-steps/step-4.html

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“Ultimately, ‘how’s it going?’ is the most futile and the most profound of questions. To answer it precisely, one would have to make a scrupulous inventory of one’s psyche, considering each aspect in detail. No matter: we have to say ‘fine’ out of politeness and civility and change the subject, or else ruminate the question during our whole lives and reserve our reply for afterward.”

― Pascal Bruckner

People believe it because people are stupid. Apparently, that’s adequate now.”

― A.S. King, Please Ignore Vera Dietz

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One Variation on People Pleasing

Merging. One to please someone is to be like them. Here you aren’t just trying to be what another person wants you to be, you are trying to be a copy of them. If they are upset by something, you should be, too. If they are happy, you should be happy. The way to please them is to merge with them. If you have this variation, you are likely to merge with one special person–a parent, a sibling, a lover, a spouse. Sometimes both people have this pattern; they are merged with each other. There are a number of ways to merge: (1) Searching inside to find the part of you that feels like the other person,. (2) Assuming you feel the same as they do. (3) Distorting what you feel to make it the same. When the two people actually feel differently, this can be confusing.

Who finds a faithful friend, finds a treasure.

Jewish Saying

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“Know that you’re here for a reason. The dreams that stir within you are there to be achieved. Those dreams are seeds that have been planted inside you, that you’re responsible for watering with action and fertilizing with faith until they manifest; and manifest they must as long as you quit quitting. Never give up.”

― Dwaun S. Cox

To select well among old things, is almost equal to inventing new ones.

Nicholas Charles Trublet

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When life knocks you to your knees, and it will, why, get up! If it knocks you to your knees again, as it will, well, isn`t that the best position from which to pray?”

― Ethel Barrymore

The River Styx,’ Annabeth murmured. ‘It’s so…’ ‘Polluted,’ Charon said. ‘For thousands of years, you humans have been throwing in everything as you come across – hopes, dreams, wishes that never came true. Irresponsible waste management, if you ask me.”

― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

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“Death was a rodent that ate its way inch by inch through your entrails, chewed at your liver and stomach, severed tendon from organ, until finally, when you were alone in the dark, it sat gorged and sleek next to your head, its eyes resting, its wet muzzle like a kiss, a promise whispered in your ear.”

― James Lee Burke, The Neon Rain

There is many a good man to be found under a shabby hat.

 

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My father said being an artist is the shortest road to the poor house , claiming “real” work is something you don’t like. I ignored him through oppositional behaviour, later reasoning that only an idiot sets out to find the poor house , not to mention devote himself to something he does not love. Instead, I discovered an interesting back road to the unknown , and deliberately without a safety net.”

― Russell Chatham

A good denial, the best point in law.

Irish Proverb

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We’re all carnies, though some people are in denial. They want to be above it all, above the mayhem of laughter and people and lights and animals and the dark sadness that lurks in the coners and beneath the rides and in the trailers after hours. So they ride teh Ferris wheel, and at the top, they think they’ve left it all behind They’ve ascended to a place where they can take things seriously. Where they can be taken seriously.”

― N.D. Wilson

Venus, I pray to You that all pimps may suffer.

Propertius Eligiae 2.16.13-14

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“To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soulmates, which takes a lifetime to perfect.”

― Criss Jami, Venus in Arms

“There’s nothing in the house But a loaf-end of rye, And a harp with a woman’s head Nobody will buy,” And she began to cry.

The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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“My music teacher offered twittering madrigals and something about how, in Italy, in Italy, the oranges hang on the tree. He treated me – the humiliation of it – as a soprano.

These, by contrast, are the six elements of a Sacred Harp alto: rage, darkness, motherhood, earth, malice, and sex. Once you feel it, you can always do it. You know where to go for it, though it will cost you.”

― Mary Rose O’Reilley, The Barn at the End of the World: The Apprenticeship of a Quaker, Buddhist Shepherd

It’s the reason we say “pork” and “beef” instead of “pig” and “cow.” Dissection and surgical instruction, like meat-eating, require a carefully maintained set of illusions and denial.”

― Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers

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The Pig

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn’t read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn’t puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, “By gum, I’ve got the answer!”
“They want my bacon slice by slice
“To sell at a tremendous price!
“They want my tender juicy chops
“To put in all the butcher’s shops!
“They want my pork to make a roast
“And that’s the part’ll cost the most!
“They want my sausages in strings!
“They even want my chitterlings!
“The butcher’s shop! The carving knife!
“That is the reason for my life!”
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let’s not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
“I had a fairly powerful hunch
“That he might have me for his lunch.
“And so, because I feared the worst,
“I thought I’d better eat him first.”

Roald Dahl

Maybe strength wasn’t decided by what you could do but, by what you could do without.”

― Lindy Zart, Take Care, Sara

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“Our character…is an omen of our destiny, and the more integrity we have and keep, the simpler and nobler that destiny is likely to be.”

George Santayana (1863-1952);

Taking one’s chances is like taking a bath, because sometimes you end up feeling comfortable and warm, and sometimes there is something terrible lurking around that you cannot see until it is too late and you can do nothing else but scream and cling to a plastic duck.”

― Lemony Snicket

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On Home Beaches

Back, in my fifties, fatter than I was then,
I step on the sand, belch down slight horror to walk
a wincing pit edge, waiting for the pistol shot
laughter. Long greening waves cash themselves, foam change
sliding into Ocean’s pocket. She turns: ridicule looks down,
strappy, with faces averted, or is glare and families.
The great hawk of the beach is outstretched, point to point,
quivering and hunting. Cars are the stuff at its back.
You peer, at this age, but it’s still there, ridicule,
the pistol that kills women, that gets them killed, crippling men
on the towel-spattered sand. Equality is dressed, neatly,
with mouth still shut. Bared body is not equal ever.
Some are smiled to each other. Many surf, swim, play ball:
like that red boy, holding his wet T shirt off his breasts.

LES MURRAY
from
Subhuman Redneck Poems, 1996

http://www.lesmurray.org/pm_ohb.htm

Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.”

― Nick Drake

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”We need a type of theatre which not only releases the feelings, insights and impulses possible within the particular historical field of human relations in which the action takes place, but employs and encourages those thoughts and feelings which help transform the field itself.”

Bertolt Brecht

But don’t hunt for dissonance: There is no such thing; People dance to all tunes.”

― Antonio Machado

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but the corset had the odd power of making her seem somehow more naked; it turned her into a forbidden, armored creature with a soft side inside he had to hunt for.”

― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

Happy people look young. You’re really afraid of getting older, aren’t you? You should only be afraid of getting less happy.”

― Deborah Smith, The Crossroads Cafe

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“Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace’

One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.

One not necessarily very beautiful
man or woman who loves you.

One fine day.”
― Lawrence Ferlinghetti

It is music and dancing that make me at peace with the world.”

― Nelson Mandela.

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“We dance for laughter,

we dance for tears,

we dance for madness,

we dance for fears,

we dance for hopes,

we dance for screams,

we are the dancers,

we create the dreams.”

http://www.dance-quotes.net/dance-poems.html

Lukewarm acceptance is more bewildering than outright rejection.

MARTIN LUTHER KING JNR

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“You must want to enough. Enough to take all the rejections, enough to pay the price of disappointment and discouragement while you are learning. Like any other artist, you are learning your craft — then you can add all the genius you like.”

Phyllis A. Whitney

There’s joy in the mountains; There’s life in the fountains; Small clouds are sailing, The rain is over and gone!” –

William Wordsworth,

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“Hell wasn’t a major reservoir of evil, any more than Heaven, in Crowley’s opinion, was a fountain of goodness; they were just sides in the great cosmic chess game. Where you found the real McCoy, the real grace and the real heart-stopping evil, was right inside the human mind.”

― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch