In reverie they emulate the noble mood Of giant sphinxes stretched in depths of solitude Who seem to slumber in a never-ending dream. Baudelaire.

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IN WREATHS OF SMOKE

In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise,
Faces of olden days uprise,
And in his dreamer’s reverie
They haunt the smoker’s brain, and he
Breathes for the past regretful sighs.

Mem’ries of maids with azure eyes,
In dewy dells ‘neath June’s soft skies,
Faces that more he’ll only see
In wreaths of smoke.

Eheu, eheu! How fast tine flies–
How youth-time passion droops and dies,
And all the countless visions flee!
How worn would all those faces be,
Were they not swaithed in soft disguise
In wreaths of smoke!

Frank Newton Holman

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Such is the remorseless progression of human society, shedding lives and souls as it goes on its way. It is an ocean into which men sink who have been cast out by the law and consigned, with help most cruelly withheld, to moral death. The sea is the pitiless social darkness into which the penal system casts those it has condemned, an unfathomable waste of misery. The human soul, lost in those depths, may become a corpse. Who shall revive it?

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I’d watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal – against normal, not beside it. Locks didn’t cure; they strangled.” 

Scott WesterfeldThe Last Days

I have never yet met a healthy person who worried very much about his health, or a really good person who worried much about his own soul. John B. S. Haldane

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Place Your Healing Touch In My Hands 

Unknown Author 

Help me as I care  for my patients today, 
Be there with me, 
O Lord, I pray 
Make my words kind   
it means so much
And in my hands place 
Your healing touch 
Let your love shine  through all that I do, 
So those in need  may hear and feel You. 

http://www.nursesareangels.com/nursing_poems.htm

I’ve lived to feel how pride may part  Spirits, tho’ matched like hand and glove. Coventry Patmore.

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What nutriment can I extract from these bare twigs? Starvation stares me in the face. “Nay, nay,” said a nuthatch, making its way, head downward, about a bare hickory close by, “The nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat…. If at any time the weather is too bleak and cold for you, keep the sunny side of the trunk, for a wholesome and inspiring warmth is there, such as the summer never afforded….” “Hear! hear!” screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, “winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it.”… [A] red squirrel… came running down a slanting bough, and as he stopped twirling a nut, called out rather impudently, “Look here! just get a snug-fitting fur coat and a pair of fur gloves like mine, and you may laugh at a northeast storm.

Henry David Thoreau, Nov. 8, 1858

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Prentiss: “Men are more ready to repay an injury than a benefit, because gratitude is a burden and revenge a pleasure.” Tacitus

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Hotchner: Thomas Kempis wrote, “Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of its trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible.”

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The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.”  ― Carl Sagan, Cosmos

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A woman once came to Mahatma Gandhi with her little boy.  She asked, “Mahatma-ji, tell my little boy to stop eating sugar.”        
“Come back in three days,” said Gandhi.     
In three days the woman and the little boy returned and Mahatma Gandhi said to the little boy, “Stop eating sugar.”     
The woman asked, “Why was it necessary for us to return only after three days for you to tell my little boy that?”     
The Mahatma replied: “Three days ago I had not stopped eating sugar.

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No fox is foxier than man!”  ― Mehmet Murat ildan

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It ar’n’t that I loves the fox less, but that I loves the ‘ound more.

– R S Surtees

Suburban foxes are not simply tame towards men. They are also damn supercilious. One pads amongst the azaleas in our garden at night, staring through the lounge windows to watch the News at Ten.

Richard Gordon

Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore! Quoth the Raven “Nevermore!”

Edgar Allen Poe.

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Ciakorire wacu mugunda

The food found Wacu in the field.

The proverb originates in the legend of Wacu, the most despised amongst the wives of a rich man who never gave her any presents.  One day, when a banquet was being held at home, she went to work in the field, since she knew there would be nothing for her at home.  In the middle of the banquet a raven swooped down in the courtyard where the meat was being roasted, snatched a big piece and brought it to Wacu.

The Kikuyu use the proverb to say that God takes care of His poor.

http://www.misterseed.com/link%20pages/PROVERBS2.htm

There is work that is work and there is play that is play; there is play that is work and work that is play. And in only one of these lie happiness.” – Gelett Burgess

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The past is not your potential. In any hour you can choose to liberate the future. – Marilyn Ferguson –

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The play is over, applaud.

Said to have been the last words of the Emperor Augustus Caesar. (Lived 63 BC-AD 14)

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Without the Dark, there can be no Light,
We have purpose
Without the Lie, there can be no Truth,
We have purpose
Without the War, there can be no Victory,
We have purpose
Without the Death, there can be no sacrifice,
We have purpose
Without the Hope there can be no Future,
We have purpose
Without the Loyalty there can be no one chapter,
We have purpose
Without the Emperor, there is nothing,…
And we would have no purpose

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as far as,  the eye can see, over the fallen, past the weary, along the trail, carved by thousand tears. Maiya

http://achingforpng.wordpress.com/tag/poems-about-papua-new-guinea/

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Night sky

Oh glamorous thief
You have stolen all my dreams
And hidden them each In your obsidian keep
Where I search for them in vain.

MICHAEL DOM

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