Category Archives: CONSOLATION

Kenneally: what’s the problem? Rats only smell when they’re dead and whose fault will that be?

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“Rats and roaches live by competition under the laws of supply and demand; it is the privilege of human beings to live under the laws of justice and mercy.”

Wendell Berry

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きゅうそねこをかむ 

(kyuuso neko o kamu)
a cornered rat will bite the cat

Left with no choice, even a relatively weak person/animal will fight back.

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‘I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.’

A. E. Housman

 

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I Like Rats

I never saw a rat
Sorry for itself.
I never saw two rats
Consoling one another for being rats.

Rats live good full rat-lives with other rats.
Rat mind and rat heart plunge them into rat sex
with other impassioned rats.
People say they are ugly and dirty and cause disease.
I say people cause disease.
I never caught a cold or syphilis or gonorrhea  or
manic depression from a rat.

Kenneth Koch

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She learns to listen to her own heart and maintain her strength even as she hides these away beneath the scarf. She knows that sometimes the strongest force is a hidden one. JOY LUCK CLUB.

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A Poem: The Red Scarf

“I like your red scarf.” the worn lady said as she looked at the ground which served as her bed.

Our eyes never met though her words hung in my ears,

and as I walked on they became sharp and clear.

Rushing back to her corner she was still there – I gave her my scarf which she wrapped round her hair.

She looked up at me from her home on the ground, her words were soft so I knelt myself down.

“You didn’t just listen you heard what I said. It’s the warmth I was craving not the beautiful red.”

The gloves on my hands came off as well and I stood up to leave this poor woman’s hell.

As I walked away she called, “Come see me again! I’m always right here.” But she left that corner with me that day and in my mind is held dear.

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They wordlessly excused each other for not loving each other as much as they had planned to. There were empty rooms in the house where they had meant to put their love, and they worked together to fill these rooms with midcentury modern furniture. (“Birthmark”). ― Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

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I consider that a man’s brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it. Now the skillful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic. He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order. It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.”

Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet

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

Three comforts of old age: fire, tea and tobacco. Welsh

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“It is so very easy and so very pleasant, too, to read only books which lead to nothing, light and interesting books, and the more the better, that it is almost as difficult to wean ourselves from it as from the habit of chewing tobacco to excess, or of smoking the whole time, or of depending for stimulus upon tea or coffee or spirits.”

― Charles Francis Adams

If any be unhappy, let him remember that he is unhappy by reason of himself alone. For God hath made all men to enjoy felicity and constancy of good.”

― Epictetus, The Golden Sayings of Epictetus

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Constancy is the complement of all other human virtues

Giuseppe Mazzini

A common shipwreck is a consolation to all.

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“I know whether or not I am confused most readily by noticing–being mindful of–my capacity for feeling caring concern. … when I feel myself in caring connection–encouraging, consoling, or appreciating–I feel the twin pleasures of clarity and goodness. It doesn’t matter if the connection I feel is to myself or a person I know or people I don’t know or even the whole world. The lively impulse of caring is what counts. ”
― Sylvia Boorstein, Happiness Is an Inside Job: Practicing for a Joyful Life