Category Archives: DIGNITY

Zaphod marched quickly down the passageway, nervous as hell, but trying to hide it by striding purposefully. Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

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No matter how much bravado someone musters, when he doesn’t genuinely believe he is good, others pick up on his shifting eyes and rising voice and other giveaways. Most people can spot fake confidence from a mile away.

http://www.theatlantic.com/features/archive/2014/04/the-confidence-gap/359815/

If God had meant for us to fly, he wouldn’t have given us the railways.

http://www.legendsofamerica.com/rr-railroadquips.html

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Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat

There’s a whisper down the line at 11:39
When the Night Mail’s ready to depart,
Saying ‘Skimble where is Skimble has he gone to hunt the thimble?
We must find him or the train can’t start.’
All the guards and all the porters and the stationmaster’s daughters
They are searching high and low,
Saying ‘Skimble where is Skimble for unless he’s very nimble
Then the Night Mail just can’t go.’
At 11:42 then the signal’s nearly due
And the passengers are frantic to a man –
Then Skimble will appear and he’ll saunter to the rear:
He’s been busy in the luggage van!
He gives one flash of his glass-green eyes
And the signal goes ‘All Clear!’
And we’re off at last for the northern part
Of the Northern Hemisphere!

You may say that by and large it is Skimble who’s in charge
Of the Sleeping Car Express.
From the driver and the guards to the bagmen playing cards
He will supervise them all, more or less.
Down the corridor he paces and examines all the faces
Of the travellers in the First and in the Third;
He establishes control by a regular patrol
And he’d know at once if anything occurred.
He will watch you without winking and he sees what you are thinking
And it’s certain that he doesn’t approve
Of hilarity and riot, so the folk are very quiet
When Skimble is about and on them ove.
You can play no pranks with Skimbleshanks!
He’s a Cat that cannot be ignored;
So nothing goes wrong on the Northern Mail
When Skimbleshanks is aboard.

Oh it’s very pleasant when you have found your little den
With your name written up on the door.
And the berth is very neat with a newly folded sheet
And there’s not a speck of dust on the floor.
There is every sort of light – you can make it dark or bright;
There’s a button that you turn to make a breeze.
There’s a funny little basin you’re supposed to wash your face in
And a crank to shut the window if you sneeze.
Then the guard looks in politely and will ask you very brightly
‘Do you like your morning tea weak or strong?’
But Skimble’s just behind him and was ready to remind him,
For Skimble won’t let anything go wrong.
And when you creep into your cosy berth
And pull up the counterpane,
You are bound to admit that it’s very nice
To know that you won’t be bothered by mice –
You can leave all that to the Railway Cat,
The Cat of the Railway Train!

In the middle of the night he is always fresh and bright;
Every now and then he has a cup of tea
With perhaps a drop of Scotch while he’s keeping on the watch,
Only stopping here and there to catch a flea.
You were fast asleep at Crewe and so you never knew
That he was walking up and down the station;
You were sleeping all the while he was busy at Carlisle,
Where he greets the stationmaster with elation.
But you saw him at Dumfries, where he summons the police
If there’s anything they ought to know about:
When you get to Gallowgate there you do not have to wait –
For Skimbleshanks will help you to get out!
He gives you a wave of his long brown tail
Which says: ‘I’ll see you again!
You’ll meet without fail on the Midnight Mail
The Cat of the Railway Train.’

T S Elliot

A sugarcane is sweetest at the joint

Siku ya kufa nyani miti yote huteleza

What seems to be hard to achieve in real life is often times the best. Fruits of hard labour are enjoyed the most.

http://www.glcom.com/hassan/kanga.html

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Ihii na igwa ikuragira uthu-ini

Boys and sugar-cane grow up as enemies (because boys are all the time eating sugar-cane)

He is so mean, he won’t let his little baby have more than one measle at a time – Eugene Field.

http://www.fun-stuff-to-do.com/wittyquips.html

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Those who educate children well are more to be honoured than they who produce them; for these only gave them life, those the art of living well.

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Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.” n

― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Ow

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The man we surround, the man no one approaches
simply weeps, and does not cover it, weeps
not like a child, not like the wind, like a man
and does not declaim it, nor beat his breast, nor even
sob very loudly – yet the dignity of his weeping

An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow
Les Murray

http://www.convictcreations.com/culture/poetry.htm

“Trust because you are willing to accept the risk, not because it’s safe or certain.

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Historically, musicians know what it is like to be outside the norm – walking the high wire without a safety net.
Our experience is not so different from those who march to the beat of different drummers.

Billy Joel

To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love.

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   One of the greatest artifices the devil uses to engage men in 
   vice and debauchery is to fasten names of contempt on certain 
   virtues and thus fill weak souls with a foolish fear of passing 
   for scrupulous should they desire to put them in practice. 

                                                              Pascal

 

 

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

e. e. cummings

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The marvellous richness of human experience would lose something of rewarding joy if there were no limitations to overcome. The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse.
Helen Keller

 

 

The dignity is in the worker, not in the job.”

― Howard Fast, The Immigrants

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“By the time she had finished, her hand was in Elizabeth’s firm clasp again. Her touch was strangely comforting—a woman’s touch signifying a woman’s sympathy. Elizabeth would understand what it would be like to be a captive, to have one’s freedom taken away, and then, as a final indignity, to have one’s very body invaded and used for the pleasure of one’s captor. Another woman would understand the monumental inner battle that had
had to be waged every single day and night to cling to that something at the core of herself that was herself, that gave her identity and dignity. That something that even a rapist—even, perhaps, a murderer—could not take away from her.”

― Mary Balogh, One Night for Love

There is certainly a satisfaction and dignity to be gained in coming to terms with the mistakes one has made in the course of one’s life”

― Kazuo Ishiguro, An Artist of the Floating World

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Every man has his dignity. I’m willing to forget mine, but at my own discretion and not when someone else tells me to.

Denis Diderot

“I will remember this, thought Ender, when I am defeated. To keep dignity, and give honor where it’s due, so that defeat is not disgrace. And I hope I don’t have to do it often.”

― Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game

 

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“Politeness is a sign of dignity, not subservience.”
― Theodore Roosevelt

One’s dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away unless it is surrendered.

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The Bridge Builder

An old man, going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening, cold and grey,
To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim, near,
“You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again will pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide-
Why build you this bridge at the evening tide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head:
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followeth after me today,
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.

This chasm, that has been naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.”

By Will Allen Dromgoole

What will your legacy be?

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Where is there dignity unless there is honesty?

― Cicero Marcus Tullius

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“What we ask is to be human individuals, however peculiar and unexpected. It is no good saying: "You are a little girl and therefore you ought to like dolls"; if the answer is, "But I don’t," there is no more to be said.”

― Dorothy L. Sayers, Are Women Human?

“Every life deserves a certain amount of dignity, no matter how poor or damaged the shell that carries it.”

Rick Bragg, All Over But the Shoutin’

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“A man is born into this world with only a tiny spark of goodness in him. The spark is God, it is the soul; the rest is ugliness and evil, a shell. The spark must be guarded like a treasure, it must be nurtured, it must be fanned into flame. It must learn to seek out other sparks, it must dominate the shell. Anything can be a shell, Reuven. Anything. Indifference, laziness, brutality, and genius. Yes, even a great mind can be a shell and choke the spark.”

Chaim Potok, The Chosen