Patience has all the time it needs.”

 

Allan Lokos, Patience: The Art of Peaceful Living

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“I’m simply saying that there is a way to be sane. I’m saying that you can get rid of all this insanity created by the past in you. Just by being a simple witness of your thought processes. 

It is simply sitting silently, witnessing the thoughts, passing before you. Just witnessing, not interfering not even judging, because the moment you judge you have lost the pure witness. The moment you say “this is good, this is bad,” you have already jumped onto the thought process. 

It takes a little time to create a gap between the witness and the mind. Once the gap is there, you are in for a great surprise, that you are not the mind, that you are the witness, a watcher. 

And this process of watching is the very alchemy of real religion. Because as you become more and more deeply rooted in witnessing, thoughts start disappearing. You are, but the mind is utterly empty.

That’s the moment of enlightenment. That is the moment that you become for the first time an unconditioned, sane, really free human being.” 

― Osho

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity. Dorothy Parker

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“It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer… and everything collapses. ”

― Colette

My dear girl, you don’t consent to an abduction! You consent to an elopement, and I knew you wouldn’t do that.” ― Georgette Heyer, Black Sheep

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You, that are going to be married, think things can never be done too fast: but we that are old, and know what we are about, must elope methodically, madam.

Oliver Goldsmith

 

http://www.irishcultureandcustoms.com/Quotes/WitHumor.html

A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy. ~ Albert Einstein

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The second fiddle. I can get plenty of first violinists, but to find someone who can play the second fiddle with enthusiasm
 

 

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-Leonard Bernstein

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“Christmas is a study in contrasts, of many dialectics which we embrace as individuals and as a society. It is happy and sad, ingenuous and cynical, spiritual and crass, selfish and altruistic, a celebration of God, a deification of Mammon.” Elizabeth C. Hirschman and Priscilla A. LaBarbera

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When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. That’s my middle-west – not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow.

(F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Great Gatsby

Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart. Washington Irving

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A Politically Correct Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas and Santa’s a wreck…
How to live in a world that’s politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to “Elves”,
“Vertically Challenged” they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the North Pole,
were alleged by the union, to stifle the soul.

Four reindeer had vanished without much propriety,
released to the wilds, by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear,
that Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid, 
were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

The runners had been removed from his beautiful sleigh, 
because the ruts were deemed dangerous by the EPA,
And millions of people were calling the Cops, 
when they heard sled noises upon their roof tops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe, had his workers quite frightened, 
and his fur trimmed red suit was called “unenlightened”.

To show you the strangeness of today’s ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose. 
He went to Geraldo, in front of the Nation,
demanding millions in over-due workers compensation.

So…half of the reindeer were gone, and his wife 
who suddenly said she’d had enough of this life,
joined a self help group, packed and left in a whiz, 
demanding from now on that her title was Ms.

And as for gifts…why, he’d never had the notion
that making a choice could cause such commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur…
Which meant nothing for him or nothing for her.
Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot,
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls and nothing for just boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific, 
Nothing that’s warlike or non-pacifistic.

No candy or sweets…they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish upon the truth.
And fairy tales…while not yet forbidden,
were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden,
for they raised the hackles of those psychological,
who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.

No baseball, no football…someone might get hurt,
besides – playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist and should be passe.
and Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.

So Santa just stood there, disheveled and perplexed,
he just couldn’t figure out what to do next?
He tried to be merry he tried to be gay,
but you must have to be careful with that word today
His sack was quite empty, it was flat on the ground,
nothing fully acceptable was anywhere to be found.

Something special was needed, a gift that he might,
give to us all, without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy – with no indecision,
each group of people in every religion.
Every race, every hue,
everyone, everywhere…even you!
So here is that gift, it’s price beyond worth…

“MAY YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES, ENJOY PEACE ON EARTH”

http://boardofwisdom.com/togo/?viewid=1005&listname=Christmas

Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. Mary Ellen Chase

 

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“Once upon a time, the Reindeer took a running leap and jumped over the Northern Lights.

But he jumped too low, and the long fur of his beautiful flowing tail got singed by the rainbow fires of the aurora.

To this day the reindeer has no tail to speak of. But he is too busy pulling the Important Sleigh to notice what is lost. And he certainly doesn’t complain.

What’s your excuse?” 

― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day. Don’t clean it up too quickly.”

~ (1919-), American writer, producer, humorist. ”  ― Andy Rooney

 

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“At one time, most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed, it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found one Christmas that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I’ve grown old, the bell still rings for me, as it does for all who truly believe.” 

― Chris Van Allsburg, The Polar Express

Everybody is waiting for cooler weather–and I am just waiting for you. (Bob Dylan in a letter)” ― Suze Rotolo,

A Freewheelin’ Time: Greenwich Village in the Sixties, Bob Dylan and Me

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Sometimes, no matter how much you want for things to happen, all you can do is wait

If I don’t practice one day, I know it; two days, the critics know it; three days, the public knows it. Jascha Heifetz

http://www.theviolinsite.com/violin_quotes.html

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“Criticism does not disturb me, for I am my own severest critic. Always in my playing I strive to surpass myself, and it is this constant struggle that makes music fascinating to me.”

– Jascha Heifetz