Do not trouble yourselves about standards or ideals; but try to be faithful and natural: remember that there is no greatness, no beauty, which does not come from truth to your own knowledge of things; and keep on working, even if your work is not long remembered.” William Dean Howells, Literature and Life, Entire

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“The day will come
When my body no longer exists
But in the lines of this poem
I will never let you be alone

The day will come
When my voice is no longer heard
But within the words of this poem
I will continue to watch over you

The day will come
When my dreams are no longer known
But in the spaces found in the letters of this poem
I will never tire of looking for you”
Sapardi Djoko Damono

Don’t scold the wolf if it doesn’t exist.

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"THE VAROU." 

The "Varou," now almost entirely forgotten, seems 
to have belonged to the family of nocturnal goblins. 
He is allied to the " Loup-G-arou " of the French, 
and the "Were- Wolf" of the English, if, indeed, he 
is not absolutely identical with them. He is believed 
to be endowed with a marvellous appetite, and it is 
still proverbially said of a great eater " II mange 
comme un varou."

“Wrinkles will only go where the smiles have been. ” ― Jimmy Buffett

0 0 colourphotograph00holm_0077He then whispered to the mother where to go to find a souvenir of her missing daughter, and, when she went, weeping, to the search, she found this bulb, burst into flower, a strange odourless beautiful blossom, decked with fairy gold, and without a soul for what is the scent but the soul of a flower a fit emblem of a denizen of fairyland.

“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.” ― Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room

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Men returning home on these nights 
have been led astray by the " faeu Bellengier " or Will o' 
the wisp, and when they believed themselves to be close to 
their own doors have found themselves, they knew not 
how, in quite another part of the island.  

GUERNSEY. 

“The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.” ― E.E. Cummings

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Every season 

Shall have its suited pastime ; even winter, 
In its deep noon, when mountains piled with snow 
And choked up valleys from our mansion, bar 
All entrance, and nor guest nor traveller 
Sounds at our gate ; the empty hall forsaken, 
In some warm chamber, by the crackling fire, 
We'll hold our little, snug, domestic court, 
Plying our work with song and tale between." 
Joanna Bailh'e.  Guernsey.

Unable to bear these sorrows, the poor fairies met on their beloved L’Ancresse, and finding, after much consultation, that they could do nothing against the disturbers of their happiness, they sadly resolved to get rid of their past by drinking of the fountain of forgetfulness.

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“The anthropologists got it wrong when they named our species Homo sapiens (‘wise man’). In any case it’s an arrogant and bigheaded thing to say, wisdom being one of our least evident features. In reality, we are Pan narrans, the storytelling chimpanzee.”

Terry Pratchett, The Science of Discworld II: The Globe

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If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you. (Gnostic Gospel of Thomas)

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“HELLO, MY NAME IS…” (PORTRAITS OF RECOVERY)

The Phoenix does not mourn what lies in its ashes; the serpent does not mourn its old skin. (Arthur Frank)

If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.  (Gnostic Gospel of Thomas)

Service to others, giving back, and carrying a message of hope have long been central themes within recovery mutual aid fellowships. The new recovery advocacy movement is extending these acts of gratitude and service to the larger community.  As a result, people in recovery, family members affected by addiction, and family members blessed by the fruits of recovery are finding ways to use their personal talents and resources to carry the recovery message, not just within a small recovery circle, but to all people.  Such…

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people were surprised at my behaviour. I looked at no one, I failed to reply, I did not understand what was said to me: my old friends considered me touched by madness.

0 0 littlebopeepnurs00broo_0029 “The Little Boy and the Old Man 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.” ― Shel Silverstein

Don’t put the cart before the horse.

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What a road the Cold Mountain road!

Not a sign of horse or cart.

Winding gorges, tricky to trace.

Massive cliffs, who knows how high?

Where the thousand grasses drip with dew,

Where the pine trees hum in the wind.

Now the path’s lost, now it’s time

For body to ask shadow: ‘Which way home?’

Words from Cold Mountain

Han-shan

“I know what I’m capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt.” ― Pittacus Lore, The Rise of Nine

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I’m afraid of a kiss

Like the kiss of a bee.

I suffer like this

And wake endlessly.

I’m afraid of a kiss!

http://www.poetryintranslation.com/PITBR/French/SelectedFrenchPoemsoftheNineteenthCentury.htm

A woman often walked In the garden all alone And when I passed along the linden-bordered road We almost talked.

Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)

Annie

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Japanese poem by Lady Koshikibu from Ogura 100 poems (early 13th century)

大江山 いく野の道の 遠ければ まだふみもみず 天の橋立

“By Oe Mountain / The road to Ikuno is far away, / And neither have I beheld / Nor crossed its bridge of heaven. .” 

The skeletons in my closet carouse and party all night, When one opens the door to pee, gee, I get such a fright.

Smartass Rabbi

Feb 23

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No matter that my heart sinks,
sighs, with the weight of skeletons-

paths I forgot to follow
have slowly sealed

rooms go unrecognised
for fear of change

and I cry at the uncertainty of rainbows.

All the daydreams I stole,
refusing to give them back

are stored as silver dust
and each day is a small breath.

There are two kinds of compassion: compassion mixed with clinging, and compassion mixed with prajna – best knowledge.

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“The spirit of Ubuntu* – that profound African sense that we are human beings only through the humanity of other human beings – is not a parochial phenomenon, but has added globally to our common search for a better world.”

South African anti-apartheid activist and President Nelson Mandela

*Note: Ubuntu is an ancient African concept meaning “kindness towards human beings” or “humanity to others” or “I am what I am because of who we all are”.

http://www.rogerdarlington.co.uk/Thoughts.html