Category Archives: ATTITUDE

The world is full of cactus, but we don’t have to sit on it. – Will Foley

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“But… all I said was that I was scared.”

After what you got to experience? That’s smart, kid,” I said. “I’m scared, too. Every time something like this happens, it scares me. But being strong doesn’t get you through. Being smart does. I’ve beaten people and things who were stronger than I was, because they didn’t use their heads, or because I used what I had better than they did. It isn’t about muscle, kiddo, magical or otherwise. It’s about your attitude. About your mind.”

She nodded slowly and said, “About doing things for the right reasons.”

Jim Butcher.

To live is to war with trolls.” ― Henrik Ibsen

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“It was said in the old days that every year Thor made a circle around Middle-earth, beating back the enemies of order. Thor got older every year, and the circle occupied by gods and men grew smaller. The wisdom god, Woden, went out to the king of the trolls, got him in an armlock, and demanded to know of him how order might triumph over chaos.
“Give me your left eye,” said the king of the trolls, “and I’ll tell you.” 
Without hesitation, Woden gave up his left eye. “Now tell me.” 
The troll said, “The secret is, Watch with both eyes!” 


― John GardnerOn Moral Fiction

 

Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones, you’ll start having positive results. Willie Nelson

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There’s an alternative. There’s always a third way, and it’s not a combination of the other two ways. It’s a different way.   David Carradine

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You’ve got to accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
And latch on to the affirmative
Don’t mess with Mister In-Between

Johnny Mercer

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Have you ever been alone in a crowded room? – Jack’s Mannequin (Dark Blue)

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The House of Four-X

Something over ten thousand
Beer bottles went to build
A house, once, in Queensland.

Something over ten thousand
Mullions of glitter and gloom
Fixed and cemented

And every one of them drained
As a point of honour
By the solitary owner.

Picture, in midsummer shade,
The static yet ripple-cool sheen
Of ten thousand leadlights.

Picture, when lamps burned inside,
A shadowy, manifold bee
In his shrine of light-cells,

Vast, torpid and festive at once
Singing Christmas jinks and hooray!
In the heart of Queensland,

So that when he went courting at last
And brought home a bride for his house
(Picture that darkly)

There must have been almost excess
Even for those tropic parts
Of fullness, of wholeness,

Pharaoh and Israel at sport,
Bricks heaped to dry in the sun,
Straw by the paddockful.

And I hope it survives yet, their priesthood,
It would be drear loss to us all,
Not only Queensland,

Considering chill glass houses now
Which bewilder many
And have nourished no one,

If jealous time and the world
Had shattered those honeydew grilles
And the wind grown jagged,

And there were no strong sons to shout
Through sleepouts of radiance and chink,
Bearing high dozens.

LES MURRAY

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“There is an old German fable about porcupines who need to huddle together for warmth, but are in danger of hurting each other with their spines

When they find the optimum distance to share each other’s warmth without putting each other’s eyes out, their state of contrived cooperation is called good manners. Well, those old German fabulists certainly knew a thing or two. When you acknowledge other people politely, the signal goes out, “I’m here. You’re there. I’m staying here. You’re staying there. Aren’t we both glad we sorted that out?” When people don’t acknowledge each other politely, the lesson from the porcupine fable is unmistakeable. “Freeze or get stabbed, mate. It’s your choice.”

― Lynne Truss, Talk to the Hand: The Utter Bloody Rudeness of the World Today, or Six Good Reasons to Stay Home and Bolt the Door

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The Register (Adelaide, SA : 1901 – 1929), Saturday 26 April 1913

‘A slave’s life is all you understand, you know nothing of freedom. For if you did, you would have encouraged us to fight on, not only with our spear, but with everything we have.’ Sparta

The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), Saturday 5 September 1885,

The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. - 1866 - 1939), Saturday 5 September 1885,

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The main courtyard was filled with warriors – mermen with fish tails from the waist down and human bodies from the waist up, except their skin was blue, which I’d never known before.Some were tending the wounded. Some were sharpening spears and swords. One passed us, swimming in a hurry. His eyes were bright green, like that stuff they put in glo-sticks, and his teeth were shark teeth. They don’t show you stuff like that in “The Little Mermaid.

― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

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GUMBOOTS IN URUNGA 2014

Gumboots, they are wonderful, gumboots, they are swell
‘coz they keep out the water and they keep in the smell.
And when you’re sittin’ round at home, you can always tell
When one of the Trevs has taken off his gumboots.

Chorus:

If it weren’t for your gumboots, where would ya be?
You’d be in the hospital or infirmary
‘coz you would have a dose of the ‘flu, or even pleurisy
If ya didn’t have yer feet in yer gumboots.

Now there’s rugby boots and racing boots and boots for drinkin’ rum.
But the only boots I’m never without are the ones that start with “gum”.
I’ve got short ones and long ones and some up to me belt.
I’m never dressed ’till I’ve got on me gumboots.

Chorus

Whenever I sing at the opera, my gumboots are a must.
They help me hit the high notes, and protect me feet from dust.
They keep the water well away, so me voice won’t get no rust.
You will not never see me without me gumboots.

Chorus

Now Rob Muldoon and Rowling, they haven’t made a hit.
They’re ruining the country more than just a bit.
If they keep on the way they’re going, we’ll all be in turd.
So you’d better get yer feet up yer gumboots.

 

This song was originally performed by a New Zealand comedian (John Clarke) who played a character called Fred Dagg. It caught the imagination of many NZers and is now well known. John Clarke went to Australia after finding his prospects in NZ to be very limited – but Fred Dagg and especially this song are very fondly remembered.

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

If you sit by a river long enough, you’ll see the body of your enemy float by.

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“At first, I saw mountains as mountains and rivers as rivers. Then, I saw mountains were not mountains and rivers were not rivers. Finally, I see mountains again as mountains, and rivers again as rivers.”

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My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn.”

― Louis Adamic

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As I have said before, the ever more sophisticated weapons piling up in the arsenals of the wealthiest and the mightiest can kill the illiterate, the ill, the poor and the hungry, but they cannot kill ignorance, illness, poverty or hunger.
Fidel Castro.

An apple a day, if well aimed, keeps the doctor away.”

― P.G. Wodehouse

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Every thought is a seed. If you plant crab apples, don’t count on harvesting Golden Delicious.

– Bill Meyer

Wild ducks and tomorrow both come without calling.

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“Thanksgiving dinner’s sad and thankless. Christmas dinner’s dark and blue. When you stop and try to see it From the turkey’s point of view.

Sunday dinner isn’t sunny. Easter feasts are just bad luck. When you see it from the viewpoint of a chicken or a duck. Oh how I once loved tuna salad Pork and lobsters, lamb chops too Till I stopped and looked at dinner From the dinner’s point of view.”

― Shel Silverstein

If eskimos can come up with fifty words for snow because its a matter of life and death, why do we have just one word for love?”

― Mike Gayle

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Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

John Ruskin 1819-1900

Turn them tears into cheers

 

Allen Stevenson

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“I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
An if each and all be aware I sit content.
One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that
is myself,
And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand
or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness,
I can wait.”


–   Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

 

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There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.

Carl Sandburg

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“Once when I looked up, I happened to see a sea eagle poised on magisterial wings above the knurled summit of the mountain behind my tent. It was a scene of peerless tranquility, tossed out in Nature’s devil-may-care way, which says: Just open your eyes, my friend, and I’ll astonish you every minute of your life.”

― Lawrence Millman, Last Places: A Journey in the North

“If the world weren’t such a beautiful place, we might all turn into cynics”

― Paul Auster, Moon Palace

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“She tried to pray, but she had only ever prayed at night, and it seemed to her that the moons made poor protectors when angels chose to hunt by day.”
― Laini Taylor, Days of Blood & Starlight

We can never see the sun rise by looking into the west.

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“she had long accepted the fact
that happiness is like swallows in
Spring. It may come and nest under
your eaves or it may not. You cannot
command it. When you expect to be
happy you are not, when you don’t
expect to be happy there’s suddenly
Easter in your soul, though it be
midwinter.”

― Elizabeth Goudge, The White Witch

It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

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Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind 
braces up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no 
such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good 
weather. Ruskin. 

You may not be able to leave your children a great inheritance, but day by day you may be weaving coats for them which they will wear through all eternity. T. L. Cuyler.

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One child sees sunlit air and sky And bursting leaf buds, round and ruddy ; Another looks at his own feet, And only sees that it is muddy !

Henrietta R. Eliot,

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. Lao Tzu

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“We struggle with, agonize over and bluster heroically about the great questions of life when the answers to most of these lie hidden in our attitude toward the thousand minor details of each day.”

― Robert Grudin, Time and the Art of Living