Category Archives: SOUL

they froze the way birds will before a snake, remaining carefully motionless. jim butcher

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“You read any Greek myths, puppy? The one about the gorgon Medusa, particularly? I used to wonder what could be so terrible that you couldn’t survive even looking at it. Until I got a little older and I figured out the obvious answer. Everything.”

 
― Mike Carey & Peter Gross, The Unwritten, Vol. 1: Tommy Taylor and the Bogus Identity

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities have crept in – forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” ~Emerson

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“People tend to be generous when sharing their nonsense, fear, and ignorance. And while they seem quite eager to feed you their negativity, please remember that sometimes the diet we need to be on is a spiritual and emotional one. Be cautious with what you feed your mind and soul. Fuel yourself with positivity and let that fuel propel you into positive action.”
― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

“The piano keys are black and white but they sound like a million colours in your mind” ― Maria Cristina Mena, The Collected Stories of Maria Cristina Mena

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“Colour is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.”

Wassily Kandinsky

Sometimes it’s better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness. Terry Pratchett

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“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”

― T.S. Eliot

“I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.” Ursula K. Le Guin, The Farthest Shore

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“Down there – he said – are people who will follow any dragon, worship any god, ignore any inequity. All out of a kind of humdrum, everyday badness. Not the really high, creative loathsomeness of the great sinners, but a sort of mass-produced darkness of the soul. Sin, you might say, without a trace of originality. They accept evil not because they say yes, but because they don’t say no.”
― Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

Alcoholic drinking’s three stages: impulsive, compulsive, repulsive.

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W.A.P.Martin ~1900?

On Drinking Alone by Moonlight

Here are flowers and here is wine,
But where’s a friend with me to join
Hand in hand and heart to heart
In one full cup before we part?

Rather than to drink alone,
I’ll make bold to ask the moon
To condescend to lend her face
The hour and the scene to grace.

Lo, she answers, and she brings
My shadow on her silver wings;
That makes three, and we shall be.
I ween, a merry company

The modest moon declines the cup,
But shadow promptly takes it up,
And when I dance my shadow fleet
Keeps measure with my flying feet.

But though the moon declines to tipple
She dances in yon shining ripple,
And when I sing, my festive song,
The echoes of the moon prolong.

Say, when shall we next meet together?
Surely not in cloudy weather,
For you my boon companions dear
Come only when the sky is clear.
http://clatterymachinery.wordpress.com/2007/01/26/li-bai-drinking-alone-with-the-moon-his-shadow-32-translators/

What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul. Jewish Proverb

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It’s all the same thing to those who know nothing. Used if someone views different things as if they’re all the same. (Lit. It’s all soap to the Bedouins.) 

http://arabic.desert-sky.net/coll_proverbs.html

The Maitland Daily Mercury (NSW : 1894 – 1939), Tuesday 31 August 1897

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Cha mhisd’ a’ ghealach na coin a bhith comhartaich rithe. The moon is none the worse for the dogs’ barking at her.

 

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A Dogs Soul.

Every dog must have a soul
Somewhere deep inside
Where all his hurts and grievances
Are buried with his pride.

Where he decides the good and bad,
The wrong way from the right,
And where his judgement carefully
Is hidden from our sight.

A dog must have a secret place
Where every thought abides,
A sort of close acquaintance that
He trusts in and confides.

And when accused unjustly for
Himself, He cannot speak,
Rebuked, He finds within his soul
The comfort he must seek.

He’ll love, tho’he is unloved,
And he’ll serve tho’badly used,
And one kind word will wipe away
The times when he’s abused.

Altho’ his heart may break in two
His love will still be whole,
Because God gave to every dog
An understanding Soul!

Author Unknown

http://www.wolfweb.com.au/acd/dogsoul.htm

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The Land (Sydney, NSW : 1911 – 1954), Friday 11 March 1921,

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Come on Milhouse, there’s no such thing as a soul! It’s just something they made up to scare kids, like the Boogie Man or Michael Jackson. Bart Simpson

 

 

 

The Wild Boogie Man

 

The light of day fades in the sunset
The wild child crouches in the bushes
Waiting for his childhood friend to wander into view

KAILA GEORGE

http://www.poetfreak.com/184764/the-wild-boogie-man.html

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Outhouse

I grabbed the torch one real dark night
and bolted down the yard.
The shadows stretched their long dark arms,
my heart was beating hard.

Mum said there were no boogie men
but I was not so sure.
The wind was howling through the trees
as I ran for the door.

I shone the torch across the seat
then shone it up the wall.
I’d hate to get a spider bite
or see things creep and crawl.

 

When I was sure that it was safe
I’d hurry up and go.
Then I was done. I’d check again
for any deadly foe.

 

I made the dash back to the house
the devil at my heels,
and once inside I’d slam the door.
You don’t know how that feels.

One freezing, rainy, winter night
scared, I used a bucket.
When morning came I’d empty it,
I’d just go and chuck it.

Alas, when I woke up next day
forgetting it was there,
I kicked it over spilling it
and cried out in despair.

I sure am glad that things have changed
in places we reside,
’cause I’m not frightened anymore.
The outhouse is inside.

http://members.optushome.com.au/kazoom/poetry/bushpoetry.html

Find ecstasy within yourself. It is not out there. It is in your innermost flowering. The one you are looking for is you. ~ Osho

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High-souled persons have only two states like that of a bunch of flowers; either they have to be on top of the whole world or they should wither away.

http://sanskrit-quote.blogspot.com.au/

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Moonlight

 in jail
there is neither flower
nor wine

what is a poet to do
when the night is so exquisite?

from the window
i gaze at the moonlight

while through the bars
the moon gazes back
at me

by Ho Chi Minh
(translated by Joe Dolce)

http://divan.bhtafe.edu.au/?p=1138#more-1138

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We desire to bequest two things to our children – the first one is roots; the other one is wings. ~Sudan

http://www.squidoo.com/african-quotes-proverbs-and-sayings

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My heart is Round ready to echo the music of my

family but the Square

within me remains

The Square stops me in my entirety.

Ali Cobby Eckermann

“The ocean has always been a salve to my soul…the best thing for a cut or abrasion was to go swimming in salt water. Later down the road of life, I made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land. Jimmy Buffett

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The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. - 1866 - 1939), Saturday 10 August 1895,

TO My Soul. (1895, August 10). The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), p. 257. Retrieved January 24, 2014, from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21634887

Remember that imagination is the faculty of the soul and that when it suggests new pathways to us we are being invited to explore the territory of the soul in ways that will certainly change and re enchant us.

– Caitlin Matthews

 

I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father’s protection. Sigmund Freud

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Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valour and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you. 

Hafiz

Why don’t they knead two virtuous souls for life Into that moral centaur/man and win?

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He threw his head back and sang, “‘I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am.’ It’s not like you to wax, Artemis”

“Foaly is singing,” said Holly. “Surely that’s illegal?”

 
― Eoin ColferThe Atlantis Complex

A man can’t eat anger for breakfast and sleep with it at night and not suffer damage to his soul.

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When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”

“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”

“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.

Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.”

A.A. Milne

A secret is a kind of promise…. It can also be a prison. JENNIFER LEE CARRELL, Interred With Their Bones

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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

When you cross paths with another, dare to make them smile. Steve Maraboli.

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The Teapot, Serene and Genteel

The very sight of a teapot puts a smile on the face of most people. One cannot help but  think of more serene and genteel times. From a whimsical child’s teapot to an elegant English Teapot, to collectible teapots that adorn some homes,
they are a subtle reminder of all that is good in this world.

~Barbara Roberts  (This is me enjoying my 15 minutes of fame!)

http://gardenpartyteas.com/blog/tea-poems-and-quotes/